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A DRAMATIC OPUS 



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POUR ACTS, THREE TABLEAUX and THREE SCENES. 



Essay on the ** Genius of Labor' 



By Albert Ratel De Rostaing, H. A. O. U 



Copyrighted at Washington in 1902; All Rights Reserved; 

by the author. 



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Essay on the ** Genius of Labor'' 

By Albert Ratel De Rostaing, H. A. O. U. 



Copyrighted at WashiniJ^ton in 190:^; All Rights Reserved; 

bv the author. 



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APOLOGY. 



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In the numerous situations and difficulties which I have had 
to solve in a rather toil-tramelled life;I dare say it: no problem has tried 
my mettle more than the making of this preface. 

It is that being so isolated, first: socially, by tlie exactions of a mind 
absorption yet inexpressible; second: isolate by the temperament and cha- 
racter which issue logically therefrom; and, thirdly: so far as I know, the 
isolate nature of this work; which, for all these considerations place me in 
the very equivocal positi;)n where, for the responsibility indispensable to 
such a work as this, I must be self-assertive; and yet, feel apologetically 
humble in the consciousness of my shortcomings in the expression of an 
all-pervading Spirit, as embodied in "The Genius of Labor;" the object of this 
essay. 

However, I most gratefully admit that, though not yet personally 
acquainted, kindred spirits exist who countenance in unison the thoug]its 
ccmceived if not t'le work expressed; whose sparks of genial light shed 
welcome rays of h:;pe towards this po »r, lone and rustic miner of the 
deep dark under-lilo; whose flickering light but helps to pick the ore; un- 
polishel an I alloyed. 

If in tlio shaf t is he:ird a voice that craves the sight of Sun; who 
then would stretch the helpful hand if kindred ears be deaf. 

Hath not thee C. D. Wright allirinel tlie Problem is of Life? 

And Swtwr midst-stars, what hast thou to wish? 

And ye, sweet S >n asters of the heart: ye physician-souls who nestle 
with the AMERICAX DOVE whose flight is westward with the Sun; wilt 
thee not rest a while to bear the echo-message from the depth to Light? 
So! "One is One for ALL!" 

The author. 



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SYNOPSIS. ^ 

Spirit. "* 

Iq this Soul-tryin? World with i^s R3li?ioas, G )veranieQts, Sciences: 
Intellectual writhin^^s with Arts as their Crucible; Is it n )t time a Youth 
of Dream, if not of Fact, Resolve, in this Monster Retort of Life: the Soul- 

Philosoplier's Stone? And Who, but of All Arts the slave, would dare to 

master Sucli'^ 'Tis vrell Robert Fulton Thou Wert Born! 

And if, Prodi Tene, within iiis heart thy I:na:je glows the Triune 
Love of Freed ):i], Kin I niid G ) 1: An 1, f >r thy Pe lee, d )th risk his Reason 
in the v'ray, where Others do fv)r AVar but risk their Clay; Sayest? 

Ye Treach-erous Serpent of Intrigue thy vary-colore I Stitches creep 
nigh Eve, wit'dn the Sh.ide <-f the Tree of Life: Coi.in^^- thy Pride up to 
the Fruit: Hissing thy Lies; butstiin with Deatli tlie Lab ;r of God's Love! 
But Laylow thy p.)is ;ned breath witiiin the Pit, for Death Is Come to thee. 

And Lo! llarn.ui-ies echo Freel > a's St.ir-Iit ^Ivth la Lab)r Sung! 

Fad. 

First Act:— Ilarmon-Frien Iship plowing. Von Spiel-Plotting Ruin- 
pseudo-seience,-Rpsent iient of Research Fulton-Inventive ch.iilenge-A 
new pr ression-Ameriean Art-Cupi I's dart-Like begets like-Found! An in- 
vent rs' ].vy friend. In Prodi^e eU ne! Portrait of a dream-It is Shel 
PR DI >M.\E:-: will trust my Star and Win! De Quincy:— The Fated plot; 
A C;iristi'^.n dau^liter's reproof-Wealth humanized. Treach:— The profes- 
shhial sc;iinp-Cradie of greed. De Quincy:— Power of Conscience-Justice 
en'i^lit its path! View: — Genius of i. abor enlightenidg JnsticeH 'T'V^ 

One day interval. 5 minute curtain. 

First Tableau:— Scheme-ghosts revel midst the ruins of life. Treach- 
Compact. Stitch-detective's rep rt-discovere 1, Love!-No partner's game- 
My eye is open-Vrcli-anarch's plot-Prodigene;— A father's honor- hatred's 
embrace-torn dociiinent-liarkl-Fulton s card. 

First Scene: --A c )nt' )vertel d lel-Love's influence. 

Second Act:— 'lar n-m-'I )w friendsliip s nvs-Helpmeet the heavy-la- 
den, Inventor-A p (iitirai SMlvent-The Genius of Labor-Portrait-postiche. 
disguised philRntr..py-un-nas!ved evil-two jacks-know thyself-The Sceptre 
of the Repubiic-A Mid-LifeDreani-tlie missi(m of manhood-How friendship 
grows-the pride (»f hnior, the power of Faith-the test of reason-the sceptre 
of Christ-what's in a name-Views-Duty-politic-faith's deed-How friendship 
glows-Honor in self C(tniniand-the enemy's first gun-a potent toy-Attention 
to details-plan tlie purpose-Progress cradled in Projects-a universal ticker- 
Pure Merit in its Might-A nation of seif-kings-time never waits-How the 
liappy man of Peace is gagged-the secret is mine-jolly Irish hearts-the lad 
that strays-the anniversary- A fateful wallet lost-the first letter-Love's 
Equipoise- RENAISSANCE! 

Behold! the radiant EARTH arrayed in talent-precious souls, A Bride 

Midst Stars! 



Second ablTeau: — Plot's preniises-flaM s (f tlie foul-Ill luck's the 
game-a raid-Boodle-Pat's buggaboo. 

Second Scene:— Plotter's hand in the dark-a fiend's ready surmise- 
Envy's victim-between hate and duty-tlie forged telegram-a continuance 
the Genius of Craftiness-Now for the better man-a crusher: 

Third Act:— The Studio of Mirac-es-on watch- the Sanctuary of Man! 
The philantropy of Genius-the maiden opus-Pat's pursuit-circumstantia! 
evidence-a cloud-Friends even in b.ith-that accursed wallet-Invasion-false 
entry-evil wit-Pat's injunctii n-refined sarcasm-substituted wallet-friend- 
ship's redemption-the secret plan of defense-Love's trial-the infernal ma- 
chine man-a pill for "nerve"-Love Twixt father and mate-Man to man. wit 
to wit troth to troth-extrenies meet-the battle of brains-Pat's protest-Prize 
for prize-the deft conveyance rf the bombs-doubtless love's promise-out of 
court-decisive proof -quashed evi lence-How do you know?-Stitch's qualm- 
Judge Cupid-the dawn of victory-Love's tact-the test of concept-The High- 
Court of Genius-Where a jack of trades is Master-an heirloom-the plot's 
aftermath-enmeshed -the power of gold on evil souls-First General of Peace 
The Conquering March ( f Labor! 

Third Scene:— A campaign of giants-The fateful day. 

Forth Act:— A sixth millenium Romance! 

Third Tableau:— A seventh Millenium Reality!. 
So near, and yet so far, the day 
When women crown, amidst life's play, 
The Reason toiled beyond War's Clay; 
So near and yet so far the day! 



ALLEGORIES. 

The "NEW STAR or A MID-LIFE DREAM;" is substantially based 
upon the actual facts of three living characters. (Excluding Names.) The 
man of forty trades, a hundred inventions, several of which appear in the 
play, and various other features herein presented; is one whose intense 
and minute-busy life allows no p' ace for vanity; neither can a false mo- 
desty exclude liis right to sign by facts the moral of this opus. 

"Versatility of ta'eiit robs wo:i'th of its power and evil of its stinof!" 

But, though this moral requires individual demonstration (i its pos- 
sibilities; there must issue from the necessary characteristics <f this: nu 
essay on the "i'^eiii^s of Labor;" a universal conception, the furthest possi- 
ble from its pers, nal limitations: Hence this allegorical cliart. /y v P' J/ 

The play as a whole:- -- ^ Ia.CU^LmI^L'Iaa 

The Mid-Life < f the World: Its principal classes and tlieii- ic's:)ectivo 
problems; Represented by:— ^ 

Prodigene. (Daughters < f wealth.) The embodiment of "Christian 
Independence" ?s born in America by the he'p of "a french physician'' 
(refered to in the piay;i the Lafayette-Rochambeau phalanxes. 

Her portrait represents tlie simple conceptim of independence. 

Mrs MacBrode:- The common uncultured motherhood. 

Virginia (Southern-) and Jlermaine, (Northern) maidenhK d 

Sophie: The typical maid. 

Fulton: (From Robert Fulton, the most versatile american genius.) 
American born: A World -youth's, or Mid-Life, Dream ( f Independence. 

Harmon: The World's Diapason: True Friendsliip. 

Treach: The Legal Intrigue without which Despotism cannot thrive: 
The High-Traitor, Evil Cue of the World. 

De Quiucy: Wea'ili humanized. 

Von Spiel: Tlie pompous scientist whose secret aim is lucre. ., ^ 

Stitch: The unprincipled, wealth-by-all-means sycophant. 

Pat: Honor-bright ignorance. 

Prox: The physical-sweating brow. 

Nic: The Worid-tossed youth of the Despot's victims. 

Ludger, Thomas, Lymock, Hobson, Cypher: The Worhl's Xonlescri:^! 

ART: 

Prodigene's Portrait, iwhich Fulton is supposed to liavo painted pre- 
vious to an acquaintance,! represents the ideal of Independence whie'i 
She impersonates. 

The "Genius of Labor" painting:— The Fnifmof Tlicmglit, Word an \ 
Actual V, orkers (All Artists;) Building, IDraped Motherhood,) an Altar ( L' 
Pure Love to God. 

Views: Tlie "Shades:" Constructive History; The Prismograph: 
The Pictures ( f Progress; The Votograph:- Political Ideal. The "New 
Star" represents the Earth re-born become a Star. 

The Polygraph:— Artificial Education. 

Tne Polyphone: lactually composed of spheres,) represents the Music 
of the Spheres • — Universal Harmony. 

Various statuary.— The Dead past of Pomp, Despotism, War and Sin. 

Light, as profiled by clouds in the views of Re-Creation:— GOD! 



FIRST ACT: 

'•THE NEW STAR" 

or 

A MID-LIFE DREAM. 

A Dramatic Opus. 

Four Acts, Tliree Tableaux and Three Scenes, 

Essay on tlie Genius of Labor; * by Albert Ratel De Rostaing, 

Chicago 1902. 

CAST: 
Ladies: 

Prodigene (De Quincy.) Soprano debutante. (^ uk^ - •M.^Otr Jtv^'-o^^- 

Mrs. MacBrode IComedy. song and dance.) ' 

Virginia, ") iri^ioTiHo 1 

Hermaine,j ^"^"^^s- y Ladies' choir leaders. 

Sophie, maid. j 

Choir: Lady-Singers in ratio with men. 

Gentlemen: 

Fult(m. Artist, manifold talent. (Rep. Universal Genius of Labor.) 

Harmon. Composer-Orch. leader. (Rep. True Friendship.) 

Treach. Lawyer. <Rep. Intriguing spirit of tlie times.) 

De Quincy. A Multi-miUionaire iRep. AYealth.i Reas(me(1 by Love.) 

Von Spiel Business::: ;.n. iRep. Arid science of vanity.) 

Van Stitch. Gossip and detective. (Rep. human weathercocks.* 

Pat MacBrodo. Police:rian (Rep. Naturalism and lionesty.j 

Prox. Mechanic. (Rep. t)ie typical trustworthy workinj-iiian.l 

Nic. Idler lEep. tlie mother-pal spoiled, ambitious, i ^ien! -short y<>n th:) _ 

Ludger, Tho^i^np,Lymock, Hobson nnd Cypher: Singers ,nnd utiTTties. <Rep, 

the great unfinislied, the lack-a-purpose and a will dingers. 



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Special iiiechanicrJ. Sceneries and ]\lotographic Views. 

All Inventions presented in this Opus are original witli and the property of 
the author. Copyrighted by tlio authoi. 



FIRST ACT. 
Lithographer's Art Museum. 

Present: Harmon, Von Spiel and clerk. 

liarnion Well, I see you are busy. Before I leave, allow me to 

remind you of your promise to receive my friend M. Fulton to day. So. . . . 
i are thee well. ^ 

Exit Harmon. 



Von Spiel. (Writing, to clerk.) 

Mr. Brown, please withdraw, immediately, the whole amount of our 
deposit in Ludger's bank. This explains the urgent reasons set forth to the 
president, and must be delivered to Mr. Ludger himself. If a gentleman by 
the name of Fulton calls, usher him in to me. Exit clerk. 

W^hat strange impression I experience at the very mention of that 
name ? I wonder why Harmon was so intent upon my seeing that Fulton ? 
An artist he says. . .hem ! we shall see about that. Let me recapitulate. . . 
we were talking of my color process at the time, and he seemed to refer to 
that when he suggested him as one who had ideas on the subject. I don't 
want any youth to interfere in my life's research. This lithograher's desi- 
deratum, long sought, claims the wisdom of a thorough scientist. It is 

eventually worth millinns. And 

(Enter clerk with card) Show him in. (Exit clerk.) 

Enter Fulton. 

Fulton, Sir. Do I understand Mr. Harmon has explained the ob 
ject of my call upon your favor ? 

Von Spiel. Mr. Harmon told me you were an artist, with. . .specula- 
tive ideas about Art. Is that correct ? 

Fulton. Well, I should be considered more as an experimentor than 
as an artist, since I have been mostly engaged, for years, in the discovery 
of a new art, in which I am successful, so far, and, which I call "Prismo- 
graphy." 

Von Spiel. What is tlie idea? 

Fulton- It is a process for the reproduction of masterpieces, sir; 
and, in the belief that its adaptation to chromo-proc esses would effectively 
increase its usefulness, and, withal, assure its success; I dare hope that you 
will favor me with a position in your firm 

V( n Spiel. I am sorry to state that we have no opening whatever, 
just now; and, in reference to your alleged discovery, I may inform you 
tLiit we already reproduce masterpieces. 



Fulton. Real paint effect, the largest size, all at one impression? 

Von Spiel: All colors at once. Why, young man, you don't mean 
to say you have discovered that? 

Fulton. I positively assert it sir. I have salved Prismography. 

Von Spiel. Impossible ! I have spent tvs^enty-flve years and three 
hundred thousand dollars at it, and ought to know. Where are your proofs? 

Fulton. Sir, I came not to shov^ proof of my discovery, but simply 
to secure a position as a colorist; and, to proove my ability, as such, I have- 
brought with me my best work to that eSect. And, if you so desire 

Von Spiel, (apart.) Is he a crank, or a genius? If it was true?... 
(Natural.) Young man, if you are in need of a position as you seem; I will 
(iavise you to give up dreaming As an old man, I think that it would be 
wise to try and settle down to business, first, and then, when you have 
enough money, and a deal of that it requires , you could engage in resear 
ches that belong to a class of knowledge and of men, with which you are 
not apparently acquainte*^ , I mean scientists. However, I would not speak 
of my experiments before 1 nad a tangible proof to produce. 

Fulton. With all diie respect to your age and wisdom sir; methinks 
your logic is widely amiss of history and its axiom, which truly states that 
"Necessity is the mother of invention." It is the mother of mine. Upon my 
youth's farrowed brow I bear the traces of its overcoming. Simple courage 
has courted that initiator's crown against wealth and knowledge; ani I, I 
have won the prize. But I have called on wealth for crumbs and have re- 
ceived nought but scorn for talent well prof ered. It is a challenge, sir I 
Enter De Quincy, Prodigene and Stitch. 

De Quincy. Challenge, what is the challenge, may we inquire? 

Von Spiel. Lady and gent^o^nen, I introduce to you tne greatest in- 
ventor of the age ! M. Fulton has discovered what he calls Prismography; 
and challenges us to a test of his remarkable acliievement on the moment. 

De Quincy. (Pointedly.) Well the subject is interesting enough I 
should judge, what is to be done about it? 

Von Spiel. I believe it is hardly worth while discussing. 

Stitch. Say, young man, you look like a dreamer a. right, but I will 
be blowed if you look like the inventor of such as you claim; and I aiii a 
pretty good judge of character, I will tell you that. 

Fulton. Ripe for home use then. 

Stitch. What? 

Fulton. Your inquisitive judgment, and your protruding tomato 
ixoac iic^:' vour distance. 

Von Spitl.Hou see, ho is becoming insolent. Wol!, M. Fulton, I think 
it is hardly necessary spending valuable time on this subject, until you can 
prove your claim. So, let us dismiss. 

De Quincy. Hold on Von Spiel, hold on a minute. M. Fulton, wliat is 



your trade? 

Fulton. Type-setter sir. 

Von Spiel, Did you not tell me just a moment ago you were a painter? 

Fulton. That is my Art. I make a distinction. 

Von Spiel. You see, he has: A trade, an art., may haps you have a 
profession? 

Fulton. Yes sir. Invention! It is my profession for tv^elve years: 
wherein; my trade and my art have accomplished: what your art, as a li- 
ra'; ;,r;ipher: yjur trade, as a business -man; and your profession, as a scien- 
tist have nit yet attained; as you have confessed. 

De Q :iincy.. (aside.) Say, Stitch, there is :: vl reamer that is pretty wide- 
awake, hein? (natural.) Well, M. Fulton. As an artist tlien, you ought ta 
i.o a g ,;d jud;e of paintings. How do you think American artists co::;;»aro 
with Europeans, in this firm's gallery? 

Fult'v n. I believe, sir. that the trend of the previous discussion gives 
a fair e .ample ct the reason: why american artists may appear short, in 
C(;ntrast with those more favored of the other side. If better consideration 
is net j;iven other Americans, by the wealthy, than I have enjoyed hero: 
with, as r:. Spiei has said, the greatest discovery of tlie a;e: and that a new 
; rt, distinctly American; then I can guess the plausibility of their excuse; 
and point to the real culprits. 

Prodigene. OH ! 

De Quincy. Hear, hear. 

Von Spiel. As sharp as your remarks may be, they hardly answer 
llie question put to you by M. De Quincy in order to test your ability as a 
painter; and not as a dispenser of sarcasm. 

Fuit( n. Like begets like. But, if M. De Quincy desires, I will submit 
my best WTjrk in art; which, for all that it is the result of a dream, should 
be T ! re practical for a test. It is in the main office, in charge of a friend, 
s r. s!i Ml ca'lhim in? 

1 e Quincy. By all means, sir, by all means. 
Exit Fulton. 

^■(;n Spiel. M. De Quincy, I energetically protest against being made 
to stand the insolence of this shabby youth; whose dream of a discovery' 
VvLich it has been my life-h-ng study to attain; seems to weigh comparati- 
vely with my efforts, in your mind. 

De Quincy. Now, A'on Spiel, do not be so hasty 

Stitch. M. De Quincy, you will find that the opinion I aave expres- 
sed, in regard to this young man; will come true; notwithstanding his re- 
marks, m(;re witty than worthy the test of such a claim for recognition. 

De Quincy. Ha, ha ha ha. Von Spiel, he has gone somewhat further 
Thau y«m. he has a name at least, for his new Art. Prismography: quite 
appropriate: And, I vow that is more than you can show. But, what is the 
use of worrying, Von Spiel,? You are wealthy now: and that is a consolation 



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fer most uncrowned efforts., one which the youth craves for, judging from 
appearances. 
^ , Stitch. I must admit these last are sometimes misleading, for, on 

looking at him and his general make-up, I hardly would have given him 
credit for such spunk, if nothing else. I am hasty to see his work. 

Von Spiel. My dear friend, it takes years to become a fair artist. 
How can a youth of about thirty, vAio lias been in different trades and, as 

lie says: twelve years experimenting; be anything remarkable in Art? 

A dauber, at best, that is what I say. 

Stitch. Unless he is a prodigy. 

Enter Prodigene from side-parlor. 

Prodigene. Were you speaking of me? 

Stitch. Certainly, the word prodigy which I have pronounced, is 
more adapted to you, Miss, for you are one indeed, one of youth and beauty. 

Prodigene. Oh, pardon my err> r, I. . . 

De Quincy. Perhaps you do not know. Tan Stitch, that my daughter's 
first name is Prodigene, hence her question entering. 

Stitch. Prodigene? 

De Quincy. Well, its suggested greek extraction hns a more recent 
philology. At her birth the child eiiitted ;i series of n tes so melodious; 
that the exclamation: Un prodige esi ne! was elicited from the french phy- 
sician who attended. The phrase, pronounced with tliat parisian accent 
we all know, S) i iipressed my beloved wife, that she was bound to hirre ter 
child named by it. 

Stitch. So that her most beautiful voice may be said to have Lten 
whole with her. What wonder then that it is so natural: though it is divine. 

Prodigene. Oh, sir, how dare y<iu! 

Stitch. It is sincere, Miss, believe me. 

De Quincy. Well, child, what news? 

Prodigene. All arrangements are made for our concert, to-morrow. 

De Quincy. Have they finally decided upon the charitable purpose^ 
which it will endow? 

Prodigene. All the members liave given their suggestions. Buu 
there were so many different that, we unanimously rallied to the mc.tioii 
favoring the public charities association. 

De Quincy. What suggestion did you offer, I would like t;) know. 

Prodigene. Well. . . .Father, knowing liow much of our wealth has 
practically issued horn the brains of inventors through necessity; I tiioughi 
it right to propose a fund on their beliaif. But 1 did n )t know how to do it. 

So I failed. Poor inventors! T have read the Poor Rohiticm, and I 

Enter Fulton and Prox with painting. 

Fulton, (apart.) That voice Such a rare sentiment! 

De Quincy. Ha, ha, ha. (serious.) Ah, the intuition of woman. What 



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mystery lies in the coincidence? 

Prodigene. What coincidence? 

De Quincy. Here, you may see a poor inventor: typical too: he says 
he is an artist. We shall see. Ah, M. Fulton, show us y.,ar wurk n./W 

Prodigene. What luminous eyes, how strange. Father, be onsir.ei at( . 

Stitch. The fellow seems abashed, now the test is nigh. Ila ha ha ]i;i. 

Von Spiel. Why don't you show your work? 

Fulton, (raising curtain., all approach, (apart,) It is Herl (natural.; 
The picture of a dream'. 

Prodigene. Oh! Father! This is my own portrait! 

De puincy. It is Prodigene! 

Stitch. My faith, it is a positive likeness. It is simply superb. 
^O Fulton. PRODIGrENE! Friend Prox, take it away. Pardon me mio3 

if wealth forces a poor man's retreat on the very dawn of his destiny, 
(ientlemen, keep your privileges I will trust to my Star alone, and win. 

Exit Fulton. 

De Quincy. What is his address. Von Spiel, have you inquired? 

Von Spiel. No sir. 

De Quincy. If it snould happen that he has the discovery, whar tlien ? 
Have you lost your cunning: could you not wrench his secret from lii:ii? 
F(ir a sung you would secure the crowning of your long years of researeli, 
V, hy don't you act?. . .(To Stitch.) Go after him, this moment, and put one 
of your men on his trail. Keep track of him and report t j i:ie. The disc very 
is worth $300,000, to me, up to date. I am interested, hi ^hly interested, sir. 

Von Spiel. That is a repraach. as I construe your meaning. 

De Quincy. That is business. We cannot let go the chance of a life- 
time, even upan a doubt. Go, man, go! 

Stitch. I go to find him and his secret, or I loose my name. 

Prodigene. Stay ! To what sort of a plot am I forced to be a witness ? 
Is it my own father who has caused my cheeks to blush and my heart to feel 
the pang of shame and dishonor? Is it to such business metliods tiiat I owe 
the diamonds 1 wear and the comforts of life I have knowm? (tears neck- 
lace.) Then keep the cursed gifts of thy false love and thy false life! 

I go, under the Eye of God, with a clean heart and a pure conscience! 
I will use my mother's gift: my voice, my talent; to help the talents you 
would crush, and uphold the manhood you deplete. I am of age to-day. 

Exit Prodigene. 

De Quincy. (stimned.) Ho! She does not know what life has 

been to me. What struggle, what worry, and all to what purpose? Now her 
Iv.ve is g(me, I know it, forever. 

Von Spiel, (aside.) Stitch, you go follow up both and let me know. I 
will attend to him. 

Stitca.( writing.) I may pass to-morrow for a check. It takes money 



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you know, and I am rather short of cash just at this present moment. I go. 

Enter Treach who receives note just written. Exit Stitch. 

Treach. Hello Von Spiel, where is De Quincy? 

Von Spiel. Mister De Quincy is here, Sir. 

Treach. Well, De Quincy, my task is performed. I have caused to be 
issued all the necessary papers for the immediate collection of all amounts 
upon the mortgages we have so skillfully secured against our competitors, 
the most to be feared against the proposed merger of our patent protective 
sindicate, under elaboration, and our lithographing interests in the city, 
which will eventually give us the control of all necessary patents and of the 
wliule country's output in consequence. Three prosecutions: Hobson, Ly- 
...;;ck Cypher; useful patentees. Thomas ruined in the last corner. And to 
crown our victory: a run on Ludger's bank, this morning; which downs him 
irremissibly as the star oponent of our trust to be. Here is the itemised 
e: penses up to date. Oh, money can do great things, in a lawyer's hands. 
You seem out of s;;rts to-day, something wrong. How is Miss De 0uincy?j[O 
' ell, I hope that my suit is the object of your consideration. I ha^'e^^u(?^^'"^ 
my share of the compact. I believe I have earned by my special ei.ertions. 
an amount of recogniti: n equivalent to your requirements from a son-in- 
law. Oh, I have a few papers requiring your signature, please, (lays papers 
for him to sign, then reads Stitch's note, then goes to the telephv;nG, then 
comes back hastily picking up papers signed. Reading aside.) \i h.it does 
this report from Stitch say? "I am in pursuit of an inventor named FultvU, 
who has discovered what Spiel has had so long in study. Guess importauco 
to us, Have any kind of a board of directors on your patent syndicate. Rout 
new office and order si: ns and printing to-day. I am having my cards d no. 
Will call with him as soon as you are ready, Be sharp he is wise. Miss. 
De Quincy left home for stage. Opportunities on a rush. Stitch." 

De Quincy, (signing mechanically.) She has warned me often, I de- 
serve it for my lack of restraint before her. Like her mother. To breed a 
child in Christianity on wealth secured by stealth and lies and cunning. 
How cowardly indeed, to exert one's power against honest strugg.ing 
manhood when my own has been so privileged on all sides. Wealtli, tlie lie- 
redity of blue blood, honor and Fame, pitting itself against tlie silnp.e 
faith of virtue and true personal merit; to loose, yes, to fail, branded a felon, 
in the lionrt of your own kin. I must act. (As he g(;es to tear- papers.) 

Treach. (Snatching papers.) Wluit Is that I learn, sir: your dau rhter 
is going on the Stage, is tluit the outcome of my special exertions in fovor 
of your schemes — of your promise? 

De Quincy. Not anotiier word from you! it is my turn to speak! 
Treach: you have hehl me three year;; in your clutches, on a verbal promise 
conditional on your success in tliis syndicate of ours. So far, you have only 
succeeded in making trouble for everybody; and can never do any tiling else. 

'A! 



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It is the natural bent of your character; which your prof ession will only too 
eflEiciently serve to dire results. Success in anything, cannot be attained so 
much by making enemies as it can be by choosing our friends, ani in 
knowing how to keep them. Wealth, and even power: if toe heart is ill and 
conscience in grief; that is not success. That is abject failure! Yes sir. 
Your sneer cinnot change my opinion sir, and I will tell you, right now, 
that: here and this moment we part our ways. 

Treacli. If you mean to infer that I must give up all hope of your 
daughter's hand: and so, her allowance: you are strongely ignorant of my 
professional qualifications. I will sue to the bitter end. I am no man to be 
trifled with. Perhaps you will settle my little account before I leave? 

De Quincy. Von Spiel, draw out a check on this, his own statement. 
Only double the amount. Let us have done with it, all and good. Anl sir: 
I direct you to cancel all pending prosecutions and collections. My witness. 

Von Spiel. $5,000,00. Here, sir. 

De Quincy, (signing.) My receipt 

Treach. (Snatching check.) When you have honored tliis signature. 

De Quincy. V, hat? 

Treach. Your daughter and her dowry! You have just signed it this 
hour. You ought to remind. Financier! Bah! 

De Quincy, It Is a treachery of yours, It is a lie! (Presses button.) 

Treacli. The Law shall take its course. 

Enter detective who lays hands on Treach, Both point pistols.) 

De Quincy. May Justice enlight its path! 

Lights out. View of Universal Genius enlightening Justice. 

First Tableau. 
A lawyer's offices. 

Treach. (surrounded by Ludger, Thomas, Hobson. Lymock, Cypher.) 
Now, gentlemen: All and every one of you is a ruined man, to-day. By my 
efforts as a lawyer, has this catastrophy been brought to fall upon you. Is 
it not meet therefor, that: finding a reason for it: is it not logical, I say, 
tliot circumstances having changed in your favor, and being observant of 
them: I should be the one pers )n to extend to you all, the benefits to be de- 
rived from the new state of things as I see them. And the facts suggest the 
possibility of a peremptory act of redress for your wrongs by taking it upon 
myself to have your cases dismissed if you mitigate my responsibility by 
acceding unanimously and diligently to my proposition. 

I am in possession of documents which proove that false witnesses, ma- 
licious mis-statements in the press aad a regular conspiracy in fact, which 
could help to re-open your respective cases with a stout hope for success. 

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littosTiccee;!. 



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But our combiued finaucial status is not equal to De Quincy's millit ns, 
and you know how wealth is a power in law, if not in Justice. Then C:is!i 
is what we need, and that we must have immediately. I have thought it a 
possibility to be united in our efforts, as we are in our claims, as we are in 
our grievances; hence this document, which will secure us, all what wo 
need most; if you agree with me that: secrecy, circumspect] m and a we' I 
informed leader, are needed to cope with De Ouincy; and that I am that 
leader. You know my honor is at stake and time is money, Ms Ludger, as 
the elder, I submit this contract to yonr opinion. To the point p.er.se. for I 
expect at any moment important parties to the success of my plan. Partie-^ 
which you may possibly overhear, but who must not see you in tliis office. 
...... Well sir? 

Ludger. A ruined man, with but little influence and some friends 
left, I have little weight. But I agree with you that we must combine our 
efforts and concentrate our much shattered remnants of stren^ht to succee;!. 
And I would trust in your leadership, as a lawyer, to countenam 
if you have found it rut. 

Treach. Hobson, Vhat say you? - 

Hobson. Do I unc'erstand that you have here a plan to secure fu^ds 
necessary for a subsequent redress, and that we are to combine to it? 

Treach. In the form of a syndicate, yes sir. That is tlie idea exactly. 

Hobson. To an honorable combination f( r redress I agree. 

Thomas, Can we know the tit'e and e act purp so rt tliis syndi<^te ^ 
which is to be organised, more to recuperate our fortunes than for redr^r "^ 
as I take it. 

Treach. Certainly. This is the document, (give it.) Do the other gen- 
tlemen agree to the first propositi( ri, that of my absolute leadership? 

Lymock. Certainly. We are the four aces and you are tlie king. 

Cypher. Y e^l, since you have a full hand, I will be the marker, 

Treach. rhanimous! This contract is signed I proceed at once. Y(^". 
meet me at the Florence, this evening at ten. Now I hear stimeone approach- 
ing, please enter here. Fiscreti, ii. 

Exit all utils. 

Treach. How easy to fool them. Business-men bah I 
Fnter Stitch. 

Treach. Well, what news? 

Stitch. All the news. (Taking out list.) First:- De Quincy crazed 
by the th( ught < f his daughter's career on the stage, and by her absence 
from the home slie adorned, and of which sl.e was the life: tries to forgoi 
his solitude by encumbering his mind with impossibe dreams < f a phi';ni- 
tropy which is most dangerous to our hopes: since lulton, (ir tiie anarciiis: 
chief, as the people call him; is the objective. He confided to V' n Spio!, n > 



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less a portend than to revert half of his wealth to this artist-inventor etc. 

Treach. Yes, I know: A jack of all trades, like all inventors. 

Stitch. You kn )w n jthing man. Why. in a single hour he produced 
more results to himself than we b;)th have done for ourselves in three years 
of our scheming and fiddling around De Quincy and his milions; and with 
absolute dignity, at that. Why that young man is a past master. Listen. 
The logic of De Quincy's otherwise unaccountable change from greed to 
philantropy, is perfectly correct, since Ibe.ieve he has discovered in his 
daughter s sudden decision to leave home for the stage; another and deeper 
incentive than the mere sense of the wr ng, his unwarranted explosion in 
her presence would incur to Fulton by his order: and that is love! Sponta- 
neous and all pervading Love. I tell you there is a grand bounty of passion 
there. And Fulton is a star winner, ha ha ha 

Treach. (choking Stitch.) Silence! 

Stitch, (disengaging.) Why, Treach, I am surprised at you. That 
is hardly a partner's game. Have you lost your senses, what do you mean? 

Treach. (aside.) Sh!. . .If I have ruflQed you a bit, you have seeredme, 
Stitch, and you know it. You ought to know that she is my promissed wtfe, 
Here is De Quincy's own signed contract to tha,^efi"ect. But, by the way, I 

have a chek for you Here it is. Have your man who met me so civilly, 

yesterday: go discreetly north, somewhere for a while. You understand 

Now, See Miss De Quincy. She is probably not informed of what changes 
have occurred in her father's afEairs, since her departure. Tell her that, in 
the name of his honor, now at stake, I must absolutely and immediately see 
her. Loose no time nor effort. Stitch, the patent protective syndicate will 
be openfv r business to-morrow; at No. 120 Lexton st. Your famous upstart's 
patent shall be well secured. De Quincy may protect the patentee at leisure. 
We await your return impatiently, spare no expense to have her here with- 
in this hour. Go, 

Stitch, (Aside.) He has ousted De Quincy in his own scheme. Now 
he ch!)kes and then bosses me, I wonder if I can trust him? My eye is open. 

Exit Stitch. 

Treach. Oh, I see it all. De Quincy's coldness: his sudden change: 

Her decisitm: my disgrace; were all wrougat by this Fulton. In one single 

day: in a moment; such a change of fate. It seems incredible. Who is he? 

We two must have it out my fair lady! You have led me on, hey? Jilted? 

Oh no, not me! I will see you dead: I will hang first. Ahl (Cool.) gentlemen. 

Enter all utilities in following order. 

Ludger. There is a difference between patents and patentees I see. 

Treach. That we must cut very sharply, and irremissibly. 

Hobson. Say, I believe I know this Fulton you were speaking about. 
Yes, quite a nice man, though somewhat retiring and even secretive. He is 
the object of much comment, in the neighborhood, on account of that and 



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the fact that strange noises are heard and fantastic, lights and shadows 
appear in l^is studio almost every night. So much so that it has been called 
by the people the Studio of miracles. Nobody was ever known to enter it, 
So far as we could overhear just now, he is an inventor, is that right? . 

Treach. Of infernal machines yes, who claims he has a useful in- 
vention as a cloak. My friend, who is a detective has jiip.t found it out, 
and is about to arrest him as the chief of a band of Russian anarchists, 
But. of course, we want to ascertain the worth of his useful invention, 
before we proceed against him, in due course of Law. Do you see.? 
Thomas. He he he hte he. Should think we do. That is a fine move. 

Lymock. Be good now, be good. 

Cypher, (aside.) Fulton is not safe around here, I must see Harmon 
about that. 

Exit all five utils.) 

Treach. The chief of anarchy, in the studio of miracles; hey? 
Shorty Nic is the boy to sneak a b,»inb in there. To be sure and verify that 
precious title. I will see him. J can get around you by other means than 
philantropy. I will protect. your patent all the better, alone. You pigmy, 
you fool to step into my path! Know you on who's footsteps you trod? Ho. 
I suppose he is made quite a Genius of by that girl. He probably thinks he 
is already somebody. What infernal spirit inspires these inventors: those 
dwarfed minds, who know not enough to shine their shaos; and would go 
shod where angels fear to tread? Those mediums, swayed by dreams th«y 
know not why nor whereof (knock,) Here she comes. Now for it! (opens.) 

Miss 

Enter Prodigene. 

Prodigene. M. Treach, pardon my present haste, my escort awaits 
me. My carriage is there to take me to the special rehearsal for the artist. / 

If you will kindly state your request Do I understand I can be of use ft) / 

my father? In what urgent capacity, may I inquire? 

Treach. In the personal sanction of solemn engagements taken by 
your father whom, as for all dutiful daughters; lias autlioritv to fivQ, or 
dishonor to face in giving it to a pretender to your hand, if not fulfilled. 

Prodigene. I a:n of age and free to choose. Not a word of affection 
has been spoken by me to any pretender, the sjiggestions from my father 
about you, sir; were all curtly discouraged. If you really love me, and that 
your love is worthy, you will not stoop to a base roveiigo upon my father's 
good name. 

Treach. And bad deeds, as publicly criticised by liis own daughter. 

Prodigene. Tl\o wIkjIo ])or,;~;i;) y traco.iblo to liis late lc,:al advisor 

Treach. AH that for the siike (.f an enemy of society, an anarchist. 



Prodigene. V\ hat do you meau 'r 



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Treach. I mean to warn you of the danger of an acquaintance with 
that murderer, Fulton, who is under the ban of the law ^nd will soon be 
imprisoned for conspiracy. All those connected with him must lear the 
consequences. Having charge of the case, and pledged to sustain the law; I 
beg t;) warn you before it is too late, to keep away from him. I sht)uUl be 
most grieved to see my future wife embroiled 

Pr >digene. By what right sir, do you take upon yourself that assu- 
rance rf my Cwusent to such an en:^agement? 

Treach. (Showing document.) By tliis, and I trust your < wn better 
sense not to humiliate an honorable lawyer's aiiecti n by i reierring him 
a murderer. 

PrvKlirene. (Snatching and tearing document.) Fa^seh u ds! 

Treacli. (Taking her by the waist) And I love you. .(Slapped.) Take 
a care! (Menace.) 

Prodi ene. Hark! 

Treach. Then it is war! 

Enter Fulton. 

Fulton. (Giving his card.) To-morrow at 5 A. M. at the cross-roads. 

Treach. Fulton! (Hides face.) 

Curtain. 



First Scene. 

A Duel at The Cross-roads. 
Dark to gradual sunrise. Enter Treach and Stitch. 

Treach. This is the place. Put your men around liere, and instruct 
them to lay hands upon him as soon as lie tiikes hold of tlie arms, and then 
take h )ld of these patent pistols of his. I will exonerate myself so you can 
witness in my favor truthfully for once, ha, ha ha. However, let us think 
out a new p'an of aeti;-n in regard t) the securing of tliat invention, which 
is so disturbing of our plans with De Quincy ; yet of which so litiie is known. 

Stitcli. In so far as that is concerned, you can trust my intuition, I, 
my deductions from such information as i could glean frv)m the MacBrode 
family, whom, as you know, rent him and do his house-keeping. Their son, 
Shorty Nic, a lumber on at the club, with whom it seems, you have been a 
bit generous this very night; is promissed a certain reward to procure me a 
copy of the work produced by the working model he has seen; or a cast of 
the key of that secret cabinet where he hides his new press he is making. 
Of course, I will personally see to inducing him to secure his patents with 
the Syndicate; but would advise you to make perfect your disguise, in view 
of this unhappy incident, when I get him there, as I am positive I will. 



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Treach. I like that assurance. Remember that if you fail on that 
to-day, I shall act and act alone. I have my own idea of forcing him to beg 
for mercy rather than have you sneaking after as if he was a formidable 
giant: lie, a pauper, hah! (Looking a-field.) Here they come. Place your 
men and show your wits, for, it only depends upon what I can stand for so- 
ciety's sake to make it a question of life and death between us. Send my 
Seconds here. So, it is a contest between a genius of the brush and a man 
of the pen? 

Enter Fulton, Harmon, Prox, Lymock, Hobson and a messenger. 

HaruK n. (aside to Fulton.) Read this message from Miss De Quincy. 
just come by this messenger. 

Fulton. (Reading hastily.) "Treach set detectives in woods, will ac- 
cuse you of criminal assault. For love's sake temporise. I come." 
I must foil him. (To Treach.) Sir, I will take issue with you on your last 
sentence. (To all Seconds.) Gentlemen, please witness: I am informed that 
my adversary is averse to this dangerous little play with fire, and that, to 
protect himself from accident, instead of physicians he has brought detec- 
tives (Mal?:es a motion to take pistol and shoot Treach. Detectives issue in.i 
Here is the proof. (Seeing he has no pistol detectives recoil.) But, as honor 
must Le sr.tisCed, I having the choice of arms: It shall be a political duel. 
You can see, by these p. sters, that my adversary has the advantage of be- 
ing already suggested f .jr nomination, pledged to monopoly. I will stand 
for Labor! Gent eiiien, it is now your decision. ' 

Lymock and Hobson. (To Treach.) Do you accept the challenge? 

Treach. Ah, ah ah. Rather easy. But, I accept. What have you to pit 
against my influence? 

Enter Prodigene. 

Fulton. (Holding her in his arms.) Love! 

Treach. (Enraged and menacing takes hold of pistols: is held by de- 
tectives and his seconds. I Ahh!!! 

Curtain. 



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SECOND ACT. 
Fulton's Art Studio. 

Fulton. (Alone, painting.) Enter Harmon. 

Ah, welcome friend! What good news bring you here with the rising sun? 

Harmon. The extolling news that foretell the rising man. Here, 
read this: "Wanted: A Labor LeadeVAnd, if you ever felt at a loss to get 
out of tpat hasty cliallenge with Treach; here is a suggestion which wil 



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/ all^^^^ur spirits and bring joy to your heart. For, let me tell you friend S^^^ 

yjX^^^^-^^l after passing the whole of my evenings, since that strangely controver- >. 

ted duel; thinking of the odds against you and revi^ng your whole 

life; I had come to the conclusion that you must have beeir^nspired^-and __^:^ 

was born for a Labor Lfitvder through your practical study of trades and of 

men, with_wliaffi:-y6uhave handled by turn: The Tool. The Pen and The 

/2--:;>^-E**^sftrT£en lo! What do Isee in this mornings New York Journal; but 

^^ ^that: of all strange queries; "Wanted: A Labor Leader!" What on earth are 

you best suiiod for to fully span the scope of life if not for that where you 

can be most useful to the many? The several shops in w^hich you have 

worked may turn you out thousands of votes, as a candidate. 

Fulton. Yes, and I have faith in my old comrades of honest toil, al- 
though my changing propensity has rather puzzled them. But, it requires a 
few more votes to win, and that will take money to canvas them, which I 
have not and cannot see where 

Harmon. What about De Quincys offer? 

Fulton. Until he signs my scale of wages I will accept nothing. 

Harmon. It is somewhat trying for a businessman to share his pro- 
fits with his employees, and progressively increase their wages while de- 
creases their hours of labor at each new machines advent. 

Fulton. If every inventor haJ done that there would be no Trust to 
' pressure the people. In venti ju which is an inspiration from God to trans- 
form the very matter into an helpmeet to the heavy-laden would not be re- 
viled to the servitude cf insanes anl ilolators.. 

Harmon. More wa~es and more ti-ne means more indulgence and 
utter national ruin to the people, mark my woras. 

Fulton. Not with the Votograph. 

Harmon. Ha, ha ha ha! Another invention? Well, that is more to 
the point. You remind me that I have to meet our ways and means com- 
mittee at nine o'clock. But, before I go let me tell you that you would better 
loose no time in preparing a speach. A Labor Leader's speach mind. I go. 

Exit Harmon. 

Fulton. (Alone, pensive, writing.) 

Enter Stitch, old man disguise. 

Fulton. Sir, What can I do for you? 



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Stitch. M. Fulton, I believe? 

Fulton. That is my name sir. (Motion of surprise aside.) 

Stitch. (Aside, chuckling, puts specs, on.) Good, I will ask him to 
paint my portrait. (To Fulton.) Well, M. Fulton, I have heard you were 
pretty good as a portrait artist. In fact, I have seen some of your work. But 
let me see what you have here? Ha! that is an interesting scene. iReading 
title.) "The Grenius of Labor" An original of yours? This conception is grand, 
conveys the title, and has splendid technique. It seems strange that you 
should be comparatively unknown. How long have you indulged in art 
young man, may I ask? 

Fulton. Protractedly for well nye twelve years, now, sir. 

Stitch. I do not recognize any known School in your work; yet, it 
has a character which proclaims a good tuition. Your Master? 

Fulton. Nature sir. Nature ! 

Stitch. (Natural voice.) AH ! 

Fulton. (Aside, motion of solving recognition and a decision.) 

Stitch. (Aside.) I nearly said myself. (To Fulton.) Well, if your price 
is reasonable, I shall give you an order for a portrait. My portrait. What? 

Fulton. I accept to paint a portrait only as a study of type, I warn 
you, and therefor, make the price of my work a minor question. 

Stitch. All is well then. .. .Ami acceptable? 

Fulton. Certainly sir, this moment. (Aside.) One sitting only. (Sets 
about disposing seat and easel, canvas and palette.) 

Stitch. (Apart.) This disguise is perfectly ridiculous under the cir- 
cumstances. The first time I ever felt like sitting for a portrait of me, and 
then, it cannot p:jssibly be me, is too aggravating. I liave it! (To Fulton. > 
M. Fulton, I have heard it said, that artists could reconstitute the youth of 
aged persons in their portraits: Is it a fact? 

Fulton. It is possible but hardly practicable unless the sitter takes 
all the risk. 

Stitch. I will take the risk, just for the experiment. Make it about 
middle age, beardless, except for an auburn mustache; and a ruddy com- 
plexion. Will I sit down here. (Sitting, t 

Fulton. Now sir, take a position and keep it as long as you can 
without fatigue A little to the ri^ht, enough. Now, j ust slightly up- 
wards so as the light falls at proper angle: that is well. You may chat the 
while so I can judge of your expression, but please keep the position as it 

is full face . . ^^^r^t'liat is well, (signing him each time \\2 falters.) Sir, 

may I have thj^atfvanta je of knowing your name ? 

SJitett." Certainly: why I beg your pardon. This is my card. Bird sir^ 

HepLTf Bird. Being independent of fortune and philantropicaliy disposed: 

pecially towards inventive geniuses; I liave been named sc>;.rotary of The 

Patent Protective Syndicate of which I am the promoter; as yr-u can see by 



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that circular. (He intermittently and comically takes back position at the 
signs from Fulton, and hands him his card and circular by turns.i 

Tulton. Yes I see, Do I understand that you soUicit patents for poor 
inventors only or do you undertake general soUiciting? 

Stitch. (Aside.! Here he comes fTc Fulton.) Of course we do not re- 
fuse any legitimate business. Eut the purpose is to extend the most liberal 
facilities to inventors of merit in reduced circumstances, both, in securing 
their rights and in loaning them sufficient capital, at a minimum interest, 
so as they can realise their ideas. If you know anyone having some worthy 
improvement to launch, I shall be delighted to extend him the privileges 
of this association. lAside.i I have got him hypnotised, it is plain sailing. 

Fulton. (Tentative.) I have indulged in invention extensively, but, 
personally, never yet have secured patents. Lack of means sir, that is true. 

Stitch. (Excitedly.) We can secure that for you, it is our business. 1 
pledge myself to give you entire protection, and even find a buyer. Oh, 
(Suddenly sits back to pose with comical expression.) 

Fulton. Would you do that indeed? Well. I have a new art, a process 
to. which there is a mechanical contrivance for which I require patents. 

Stitch. Why it is the easiest thing in the world for us. Let me see it, 

Fulton. (Rising.) If your Syndicate is as you state, we may do some 
business together. 

Stitch. And you are most welcome. (Rising, goes to see his own fea- 
tures. lAbashed.) Oh! 

Fulton. iPulls off wig and beard.J But, if I judge by its secretary; 
it is a double-faced affair. 

Stitch. lAside.) Taken in my own web. IIow can it be managed now. 
(to Fulton.) I can appreciate your keeness, sir. 

Fulton, Ah, none of that. You are sent by Treach to sneak out my 
secret. You are foiled. Go! But do not be deluded by the common fallacy 
that inventors are knaves anymore, for the life of a sneak is at stake here. 

Enter Shorty Nic through window Eiit by laboratory door. 
Go. How dare you face an ; rtist thus accoutred. 

Stitch. Well, the end will justify the means. Know that you are ac- 
cused of anarchy because of the mystery of that room Inoise, moan.) There! 

En|3r Prox, holding and flapping Shorty Nic who yells, 
"fox, What was you doing there at the cabinet? robbing the keys? 
[ere is the wax mould he took of the keys that were hanging there. 

Fulton. By what you imply Mister . . Stitch, you are a detective, you /<~^ 
have heard the charge: Why don't you arrest him? Or perhaps it is your ac..,, ^ y') 
complice in philantropy. Shorty Xic you would better keep away from 
here. One more prank like this may land you in prison. You can go. But it 
is for your honest parents' sake that you are free this time. Mind that. Go. 

Stitch. Ha, ha ha ha the joke is on me this time. Ila, ha ha ha ha 



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ha. That was a close shave, for both of us, for both. But you are a gene- 
rous victor. I must and will give you credit for that. Ha ha, ta ta, ta ta ta. 

Exit Stitch. 

Fulton. (Alone.) Yes, too generous. Ah, well, if my enemy is evil in 
his means: I can see he is not only active, but systematically and tellingly 
so! How and where can he muster that energy and cunning for foul play 
that an honest man cannot retaliate with equal skill for a good cause? Ah! 
tis plain to guess: Vice is old as the world; and honor ever new and isolate. 
I must solve this burning question: cure this chronic sore of civilisation; 
this money reared Judas of Christianity which I can see lurking in every 
corner of thought and of life. Action!. . . .It is as between a jack of trades 

become an artist by the simple love of Gad an;l Nature; and a a jack of 

passion become a lawyer by every privilege of wealth, education and influ- 
ence I . . am . . unknown ! Poor Uneducated to the standard of 

those with whom I am to struggle for election, and then in the Capitol. 

What is one man against a hundred there? I shall be submerged 

It is not honorable for me to sccept a struggle in which my friends may 
loose, whatever my gains. I must, I will refuse .... Oh, the Votograph! . . . . 
Ah but it will cost money to establish. Money, always money! I have it! 
(Taking model Votograph.) This small model looks like a toy, rings like a 
toy: Let us make it a child's toy before it becomes The Sceptre of the True 
Republic! (Here, an actual toy model of my practical invention called the 
"Votograph" will be distributed. Fulton sits, thoughtful draws, fails to a 
trance state on table and stereopticon dream- views appear on back can \ .is. 
Tremolo a I'orchestre during the scene. Then a knock is heard at the door. 
Fulton awakens.) Tis but a dream, "A Mid-Life Dream." I a leader, is it a 
possibility? What mysterious power urges me so intently, so persistently, 
against my own Will: has me even speak against my own reflexion? 
How utterly strange that feeing of a mission that haunts me! Has every 
man the same feeling at a stated time of life! Or, is it a special responsibi- 
lity to my humble self! Ah, to work, jack of aU trades. . . 

Enter Harmon. 

Calling yourself down again, while there was never a time when 

you should more diligently prepare to blow your own horn A jack of a.i 

trades, what of it? Evidently, it is your inborn artistic sense, or observation 
ever seeking after new food which has been the incentive all along in your 
cliangeful career. That same sense, industriously deveh)ped in those cheer- 
ful evenings we can never forget, and applied to your daily work forced 
upon you so early by the necessities of your worthy family financially 
stricken;has, from the artist evolved the inventor. Why my dear friend, 
now that you have m i lo the two m )st difficult steps in your spiritual evo- 
lution at an ago when the future is full of promise —When your very pre- 
sent opportunity to render a great service to the many is that of a man 



unto millions so naturally fitted for the duty; 1 should think you rather to 
be proud of than unforgiving to your past. You are to be envied man! 

Fulton, With all that my classical education is missing. 

Harmon. From a type-setter to a journalist: from a machinist to an 
inventor; from a decorator to an artist; that is a curiculum that will pass 
muster with the very best and win. The Unions will back that workman 
against all comers. The Committee has made place for you and you are the 
man f« r the place. You must run and win and work. Friend! 

Fulton. (Shaking hands.) Friend! 

Newsboy. Extra.! Extra! All about the Conventton! The new Labor 
Party. Fulton's nomination! Extra! Extra! 

Harmon. The deed is done. I have done my share now it is yours. 

Fulton. How did you?. .It is now DUTY! Honor commands! 

Harmon. Now that you are in for it, let us put a last hand to our 
platform and settle as to ways and means. First: The committee has deci- 
ded upon making collections among the Unions to sustain the expenses of 
your election. We have three months yet, and 

Fulton. Hold on friend. We shall not take one penny from that 
source. You shall thankfully refuse such a fund at my positive request. 

Harmon, Then, you have money that you never told me anything 
about; or, unknowing to me. your friend, you have sold your invention to 
De Quincy, and thus forfeited the very principle by which I have enlisted 
the Unions in your favor: based as I was upon your own pledge of staunch 
refusal of submission to the conditions of any and all capital! 

Fulton. Temper your spirit friend. You do not believe a word you say, 
or you would be unpardonable. It is no such a thing as you have stated 
that prompts me to refuse a contribution which, if accepted, would prove 
me unworthy of them and the task; but only because I wish to test a long 
chexished belief; and that is simple faith. That moves mountains. 

Harmon, There you are going to the other extreme, which would be 
more dangerous than the first; because, in the first proposition; the end 
could possibly justify the means, for you need the money, that is a good 
excuse; but, with faith, simple, as you say, you get no money, then there 
Lolng no end possible there is no excuse hence no justification. Faith? 

Fulton. Listen. Faith has been, is and ever shall be the only lever 
whereby honorable manhood uplifts itself, rung by rung to its ever soaring 
Standard. Faith is above the mind that is impelled by It as the author is 
above the white leaf impressed by an infinitesimal part of his genius. That 
our individuality often usurps and. thereby limits and stunts the full de- 
monstration of Faith's Truth is obviously the cause of our ignorance of its 
Divine laws to this day. In other words: consider Faith as a purely divine, 
and therefor universal essence: apply It only to universal progress, and 
y. a 1) ssess Its inliorent happiness, which is beyond all things human- 



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circumscribe a single spark of it in indivirluality, in egotism; though you 
may have attained wealth and human honors; Its unrequited spark burns 
deep into your soul Its stinging reproach beyond all human suffering; until 
Its end is resumed and accomplished. It burns within my breast Its unre- 
mitting command. I must obey its tenets unsullied by thought of a world's 
opinion, custom honors; or personal hope of gain whatsoeuer. I Will it so! 

Harmon. Great, man great ! Such a speach to De Quincy for instance, 
would bring him down to your conditions with a thud. But you would not 
take the initiative; and you cannot expect a man to run after you to give 
you the money. Yet we need it and badly so. I don't quite see how faith can 
provide it otherwise than by acting upon those who control it. Even then. . 
that is business. . . Now what is that religious spirit with which you are 
suddenly smitten, at a time when plain matter of fact politics confronts us? 

Fulton. Simply this man: that if that same spirit had existed in 
its present matetialised form, as it easily could have been, two thousand 
years ago near. Otherwise if the name of the Redeemer had been used in a 
spirit of Labor I may put it; its simplest application would have wrought 
more inspiration in one sj^i^fe year than all of the billion of sermons 
preached since that lpj*g^riod. If applied, it would have effaced poverty, 
ignorance, disea&efml strife and the curse cf war from the face of earth, 
within ac^H-ttiry after its acception then; it shall within a decade now, 

^^.JKrmon. fllaving graduated to an extreme expression of surprise.) 
„Pfiend, friend? Answer me, where is your reason? 

Fulton. Better than a reas(.n is a fact! (Shows view of votograph.) 
There, Behold the Sceptre of Christ! (A stereoptiC( n view appears .) 

Harmon. Friend, I kmw not if I understand cr mis-understand. 
But, either way it may be I can see my duty. For, whether you are a fool 
or a genius; I must act and act quickly if I must save you or serve you. 
So therefor, let me know thy full thought as 1 n ay judge faithfu.ly if 
thou art conscious of what your candidacy requires presently. 

Fulton. I will do that. A Candidate who is so resourceless as to 
need collections, charity or loans to succeed, is not worthy a constituency or 
a legislature. A man who possessing tlie means fosters corrupticn instead 
of using foresight in abating it; forsakes the honor of his pledge, and 
reviles his manhood. Yet, a nmn who receives, be it but a vote from the needv 
and showeth not immediate retrrns, is inopportune, therefor unqualified 
as a defender of rights. Friend, we liave three months to spare. Christ- 
mas is near at hand. look on. This wliich is named the Sceptre of Christ 
because each part of each letter I lirppened to perceive where the un- 
witting forms of the mechanical drawing: this Sceptre of Christ for men 
I make the TOY ( f JFSUS f ( r children: a gift to the town, otherwise the re- 
venue we need for our success with the votograph frst and, if necessa- 
rv, our own. Now, wluit doest tliou think of Faith? 



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Harmon. We were looking for a platform and lo!. . .We have found 
a pedestal. We were searching for stray principles. Hearken ye World; A 
New Source of Law floweth from the rock of prejudice, smitten asunder. 
We have asked for alms; and bounteous wealth is spread before us. for is 
it true to-day that a new— and such a potent toy— maketh its author wealthy. 
Invention then is clearly the deed of Faith, coming opportunely to the 
worthy. Oh, wonderful is the thought! Shame on me friend, for my doubt 
upon your reason when at its brightest 

1 ulton. Rather should we be happy together as witnessing Faith. 
We should with a new born enthusiasm, do unto others as we are done by; 
in tliat very field in which it is m )st nee led and, alas, least expected. Let 
us, as artists; establish a perm meiit har.nmy where chaos reigns supreme; 
and out.L) in beneficient cunning, th.)se bungling idiots whom seek Honor 
in the tedious work of robbing their fellow-men; when it lyeth pure and 
G'n?y at hand to grasp in faithful self-command as you can see. 

Harm )n. Well friend, since you have taken the bottom out of the 
old system of electioneering; I humbly await your orders on the new. 

Fult n. No more boss-rule is the first principle of the new system. 
I will explain it and you think out and act upon at your own free will, 
what y >u are best able t ) accomplish. (Calls Prox at side door.) Prox, are 
you free? then will you please come here, I wish for some information. 

Enter Prox. 

Prox. Here I am (A flash of light appears from the door on him.) 

jumping jimminy! Blast my cap! 

Exit Prox. 

Fulton and Harmon. What is the matter? 
Enter Prox. 

Prox. (Torn and splattered over with all colors. Sad, silent.) 

Fulton. (AL^pr a pause.) Prox, are you hurt? 

Prox. Kot exce;»t to the heart! It is It is your Prismograph! 

Three ye irs of lab u* g ne up in a second. Oh! (He sobs.J 

]'''!' ton. Busted by a giant cracker, I saw it fall as you came to me. 
I know the culprit. Cheer up friend, in three days I will have another, 
N, w, hear nie. We must have 10,000 of these toy votographs within a 
month. Prepare 5^0111' molds from that model, for glass. Now. friend Harmon: 
You are a witness to the kind of persecution an envied inventor is subjec- 
ted to; GspecliUy when political strife and jealousy is in with it. 

Harmon. What, do you think Treach is at the bottom of this affair? 

Fulton. I am simply thinking of a revenge worthy of me. Prox, is 
there anything you need? Please make a list of what you want, and give it 
to me before I go. 

Exit Prox- 

Harmon. What, another duel with him, or a case in law? 

Fulton. Both would absorb time, thought and energy which I can 



ase to a better purpose. Listen: We must have our own publication, v^'v 
shall start one with the help of the polygraph. Therein I will explain my 
policy and challenge him to practical results; then I trust to the Unions 
to take and demonstrate the votograph as a 'simple and swift and accurate, 
as well as incorruptible vote recorder and counter first; and, later on, with 
its system of telegraphic intercommunication, an indisT>ensil)-e adjim^tto^ 
the referendum policy now in vogue; since it will reduce the enormou!!^*^ 
cost of a national vote to a mere item, comparatively. Do you understand? 

Harmon. I fear the cost of the telegrah system is a hard prouosition. 

Fulton, Why friend it is the easiest possible of a solution, since it 
already exists: it is in the hands of the government; and is in perfect v»^ork- 
ing order. In fact, nothing could give a better picture of a representative 
government's susceptibility to the common human foible wdiere it ou^ lit 
most to be absent; that is: studying the clouds, which is not its business; 
while its charge: the Nation if you please; is harboring thunders of indig- 
nation from the lightning of wrath induced by the voids and frictions of 
national need and neglect that misty, soaring vanities, though cr(.v,ned 
with duty; forsake, forget, foreswear, forge and fear; but do not fore-ordain. 
In other words there is a well appointed weather bureau to save the farmer 
a dollar on his crops from rain; but tht tempestuous trust comes unheeded, 
to cut him off a thousand. The citj^s^ay for both and know neither. 

Harmon. The weathej>blifedu system would then record the nation's 
atmospheric changes! Friend, your votograpb is a wonder! 

Fulton. The wonder is that it did not precede the ^Yeather-bu^ea'u. 
It would have.been so easy and so logical to do so. . * 

IJarfSion. Do you calculate that individuality will be sunk in that 
extension and equality of opportunity to all of what constitutes it? 

Fulton. What is individuality to-day but a permanent abscription 
to the superstition of luck, wealth and privilege? There is no individality to- 
day; to-morrow every unit's talents being called upon to ta^in for the per- J^ 
sonal execution of what they will eventually propose to thewTit)l^--»a- ti()n'g _ V- 
knowledge, benefit and approval; then shall pure merit prevail, untainted 
bv egotism, yet giving better returns every conceivable way. Can you .not 
see how a million votes, at a penny each gives one |10,000 on a simp'e pro 
position; that is enough to realise the wealth, then tlie individualitv in the 
accomplishment of your proposition; then the glory of a national reputa- 
tion with geod practical wishes extended to all and prejudice to none. 

Harmon. What astonishes me is that, with such grand ccnceptions, 
vengeance should linger in your soul. 

Fulton. Such is my only vengeance, with which I challenge all the 
Treaches and their syndicates! May the best man win! 

Enter Prox. 

Prox. Fere is my list. Are you going out now, or will you wait fo'- 



^y n>Ht5nal ext( 
^^/^ Fultoi 



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for your mail? 

Fulton. I have not a minute to spare. Prox, do not worry about the 
accident but keep your eye open, for our enemies are bitter against us for 
too many reasons not to use the most daring schemes or Ihe meanest tricks, 
either to rob or ruin us. So beware I Now you prepare that cast, then repair 
breakages and put on your best togs, for ladies are coming. Tony, let us re- 
sume our dream on the road that leads to my Star. 

Harmon. With rising fame at either end. 

Fulton. Proud boy. 

Exit Fulton and Harmon. 

Prox. Hi, he he he. It does good to my heart to see them two artists 
together. Never a word but has wiugs. Never a thought but unravels some 
new stuff that was a mystery to me. I have cought on to more tricks of do- 
ing things in my very trade, as a machinist, in three years I am with him, 
than I have in twenty before. There is not a week passes by but something 
new pops up. Why there is over a hundred inventions in there: everyone a 
fortune. Listen! 1 ulton has gotten up a surprise for Harmon. The Polypho- 
nel It's a wonder! For composing music.(He imitates every instrument, and 
ending in Bassos an explosion occurs. He jumps to door, puts on fire extin- 
guisher and pours stream.) Its war is it? W^ell, that's me for devils. Come 
on you trait'Ts, you cowards and show your face! (knocking at door.t there 
they are, there they are. 

Enter Treach and Nic disguised. 

Nic. (Aside.) Yes, I overheard Fulton say he was gone for an 

hour, M. Treach. 

Treach. Silence! Idiot. My name is Swift, and you be swift too if 
you want to be paid. Hurry up knave. If he interferes; trip him, tangle him. 

Nic. This way insurance man. There is where the explosion 

Treach. (Eoc k in hand, rushing) Where, let me pass? 

Prox. [Ilcse en them.) Step right there or I'll soak you! 

Treach. (Points pistol, ) I will shoot you like a dog if you interfere! 

Prox. (Blinds Treach with stream, snatches pistol.) You would? (To 
Nic behind.) Aft, you brat. (To Treach who rushes.) Oh, you whiskers. Get 
out of this I sheot, I shoot! What do you want here anyhow? Ain't you 

Nic. iHas mufi!ed him wilh a curtain from behind, and floors Prox.i 

Treach. U inishes and gags him, takes back pistol, puts Prox behind 
screen en kunge in corner; then rushes to side door.) You cursed bull! I 
have you settled. Now, the secret is mine! Nic, watch the rear. 
Exit Treach in side, Nic in rear. 
Enter Mrs. MacBrode. 

Mrs. MacBrode. What are you loafing around here for? Chase your- 
self! Ha haah, look at the man a runnin for his life? Scared to death just a 
lookin at ire. Why, I ain't such a fright as that? (In mirror.) What's the 



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matter with 




Not so many years ago, when my soul in youth a'glow, 

Bask'd twixt Ireland's sky of blue and hills of green. 

Then the Frenchman and the Dutclnnan, and the lankee yankee Bo. 

And the Englishman with specs upon his nose; 

Would do stunts and grunts to win me at my door. 

The Dutchman said: Ich liebe dich 

The Briton said I was a witch 

And the Frenchman said mon amour. 

But who do you tliink I caught ( n to propose? 

(Noise.) That's Pat sure, that's Pat. 

Not so many flowers grew with me kissed by Irish dew 
That their hues upon my face could not be seen. 
Then the Pink sweet the Lily, the Morning-glory red, white and blue 
And e'en the great American Beauty Rose. 
Would guess tints and scents to win me in my dower. 
The Dutchman's lone Blue-glory froze. 
The Yankee's nerve in beauty rose 
And the Briton got so sour. 
But, who do you think then to my heart got close?^ 
(Loud snoring.) That's Pat sure, that's Pat. 
(Goes on dusting aiway from side-door, after laying' letters on table.) 

Encore. , 

Not so many is the show where I have not got to bow 

To dear Ireland's sons that are or miglit have been. 

Some in Dutchland, 'mong the Frenchmen somis in America too, 

some in England where the Shamrock spites tlie rose. 

And they rapp and clap and cheer all througli the tonr. 

For the Irish wit is right in it 

That an Irish girl can sing a bit. 

And there's nothing beats the good old Irish lore. 

Pat. (Outside.) Katie! 

What's that? That's Pat sure, that's Pat, 

Enter Pat and both sing old lore in duo, and dance after Treach's Exit. 




Enter Treaeh f nrtively from side. 

Treach. (Watch.) Ten minutes more. I will have it yet. Where is he 
now? oh, tliat is tlie mother, I am safe. (Towards Prox.) He is qui^ What 
is that v,)ice? Honest Pat MacBrode! If I (pistol.) miss him I am lost! 
Exit Treach in side. 

Pat. (Who has been a 1 nittel by Katie. He ushers Nic in.) Now 
What do you think that is? Katie, look at that monkey and tell me if that 
is the best you cjuld do f jr honest Pat? That's your long lost son in a dago 
disguise. Here, take me club, take me club or Fll brake his face. 

Mrs. MacBrode. Stop that Pat or I'll scratch your eyes out rStick by- 
play with club and duster, then:) Perhaps my boy has been kidnapped be 
the gypsies, and they robbed his clothes and youalookin on the boolevards 
f r the rich f .)Iks, and a sparkin away your time with the cooks and the 
chambermaids a sp.ittin their face at your dirty mug. What do you think 

I married a p )' ice nan for Cause I wanted my boy to be erducated in 

tlie laws ef tliis here glorious country. I wanted his father to sh )w him 

the ri^ht path of duty, and and its the back-alleys you'r in when I send 

hi'u with y .ur dinner-pail, (crying. iWho is it kidnapped you my sjn, tell 
your motner anrl we'll go to that lawyer friend of us. 

Rit. Luvk here now, Katie, if I catch that bum gambler of a lawyer 
a medd in^ in my family affairs And it's jealous I'm where is he? 

Enter Treach from side, escaping to rear. Exit Pat after him. 

Mrs, Mac. That's Pat, sure enough, (To Nic.) When will you be such 
a brave man as your father, you lazy, good-for-nothing devil. Where have 
you been all these three days, that's what I'd like to know? No lies now. 

Nic. (Aside towards Prox.) Gee, that fe'ler must be choking there, 
(he runs away from his mother and tilts the screen that hides Prox. Stops.^ 

Mrs. Mac. (Growing excited.) Faith, and what was that man adoin 

in that room that Pat's after And here is M. Prox all bundled up 

'Slie unties Prox.) Oh my. .that's a pile o' trouble in a day. And it is to be 
the artist's birthday too. Oh my, oh my. And what be you adoin there Prox, 
all tied lip like a sussa'^e. What's that they be a doin to you me man. 

Prox. (After taking breath, jumps up and seizes Nic running.) 

Mrs. Mac. Faith, the man is crazy! Hold on there, that's me boy! 

Prox. .Stops stunned.) Your boy, Nic . . That helped the man rope me 
tnere, and robbed us, and is disguised like that? 
Enter Harmon hurriedly. 

Harmon. What is the trouble? Prox, have you finished the model? 

Prox. Oh, that's so. I'm going now. You see, you see — I'm goin •. 

Mrs. Mae (Who has silenced Prox by signs, and ordered Nic out.i 
Exit Prox in side, Nic in rear. 

Harmon. Mrs. MacBrode, is everything ready for the banquet? In 
that parlor? (She nods discreetly.) All is well then. Admit the visitors in, 



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(Finds book dropped by Treach.i Treach lias been here.— I see the cause of 
their behavior when I came in. Fulton must not know trouble to-day, his, 
anniversary. I vow Treach would give a good price for this book of his. Why 
his whole plot is there (reading.) "Certificate of De Quincy's insanity by Drs. 
Sudden, Laylow and Buck $10,000" here again: "On 13th Meet at the Hub, 
to fix Fulton affair." We are on the 12th, it is to-morrow, 1 sliall see. Ah ah. 
" 14th. Assembly of Syndicate to pool all patents." A regular trust in the egg. 
But, what brought him here on the 12th, I wonder. Here it is: "Fire-works at 
S. of M." Studio of Miracles. It is here: Yes, this morning. . . But who dropped 

this book? It cannot be but he himself. I must know and have Pat. watch 

Enter Pat holding a ragged tramp. 

Pat. Here is the son of a gun. I ran three miles for him. Begosh 

It's the wrong man. It's the lawyer I'm after. It was too dark. Begone. 

Harmon. Quick. Fulton is coming, let him out and go. wait for ihe. 

Exit Pat. and tramp. 
Harmon. (Opens side door.) I see he has been here: Once too many I 

Enter Fulton. 
■ Harmon. As I am late for De Quincy's call , 1 cannot stay long enough 
to give you detailed results. However, I shall have more to say after this, in- 
terview with he an^Von Spiel. I expect to meet you here all evening. A revoir. 
Fulton^^x^hall be here all evening, Tony. Do call again, au revoir. 

Exit Harmon, 
'ulton. lAlone.) Dear boy. There goes True Friendship! Ah. weM . . . 
letter? It is from Miss De Quincy, How strange it seems! She was absent 

from home Left no word of explanation. . . .This letter?. . . .Have I too 

far betrayed myself ? Does she I cannot bear the suspense, (opens.) 

"Dear friend, A new party being involved in the management of the 
Company necessitates my immediate presence. Possibly my father is the 
new partner; and a family re-union is my happy excuse to You, friend, for 
my absence. I will follow your advice in the matter. Then, prepare for ac- 
complishment of all your beautiful dreams when Love and wealth are at 
your command. Yours in Art, Prodigene. 

(Lays letter upon the table, goes to portrait.) Yes, mine in art; but: 

"There's many a slip, 'twixt the cup and the lip:" When shall you be 
mine in Truth? Am I worthy of her? Still in the heat of strife; what act: 
what sing'e deed; if any, what coined thought can I in lumor claim to test 
as one's love's equal gift to gift, heart to heart's offering; an equal crown 
of deeds to life's just equipoise in Love? (Goes to desk, takes out papers one 
by one. Tremolo progressive to imitation of mechanic noises, to "Revival T') 
The Polygraph! all types in a bunch of keys. My first intellectual effort. 
Prismography! A new art. The Science of Universal Harmony. A mass of 

Mid-Life Dreams! Unrealised! Too wide the scope in narrow means 

(Chorus of male voices as a distant rriurmur accompanied by Polyphone.) 



siy- 



r 



(Looking around astonished then aroused to mystic enthusiasm he soars.) 
Polyphonel The voices that have taught me the living world of toil, bespeak 
to me an Opus I (Breaks warrior's bust.) Down with the false gods of des- 
truction, the ^in-standards of over-wined fools! It is the Genius of Labor I 
The Spirit of Liberty!! The God of Peace!!! that conveys to erect upon thy 
ruins, the Great Arch of noble Toil's Harmonic Unity; under the canopy of 
A Creative God: The Father's Star-cyphered Will!!! Glory, thee: glory? ah, 
under its goary glare, the Despotism of War, Vice and Disease Armed, is 
sapping Man's Divine Essence; with, now, the Heritage of Gold disputing 

Its remaining Spark Renaissance!!! (He falls in a trance-faint on the 

lounge near and looking towards Portrait of his Ideal Prodigene. Moto- 
graphic views of all greatest constructive geniuses: Portraits and works in 
action; appear on large canvas back of Studio. Deep Basso voice names the 
"Roll Call of the Shades" and name by name as they pass by .J Yea, Shades 
of Truth! The Word, The Word? 

Enter Prodigene as Opera Queen slowly advancing. Maid stays behind. 
Fulton. (Who has spoken in b \^ \^^r\of^ a wa Itpt^ .'l.^tvL JkL-Pnr tr n 1 ti t 
picture of a pure woman. Humble image of God's Masterpiece. Thou art 
the only witness of my Soul's hopes and dreams. Thy deity's heart: the altar: 
the living alter of my vow to God; wields, purified, the golden Scepter of 
She: F(irtuue. I, Ihe Scepter of He: Manhood regenerate. The Will of God 
Commands my Soul: witness ye shades of Truth. Inflames my heart; I love 
Justice: Directs my hand in Toil to pro-create. I He sweepingly turns around 
and t>azes astounded, on Pr jdigene. Opens arms in which she falls.) Love! 

y' Prodigene. Prometheus! 
^ Fultcm. Prodigene ! Spark of heaven, my Star 
(A multi-colored star is flashed upon back canvas. The Prismograph is seen 
as in brain-mechanical formation, then enlarging, seemingly prints and 
exposes a series of colored masterpieces, He and she sit in light sparking. 
When tlirough, they rise, hand in hand. Then back canvas recedes and the 
Chorus-guests with bouquets each advance, surround the Twain and sing, 
extending bouquets to form a crown. Canvas falls back in place, and an as- 
tronomical formation of a Star appears in rotation with the Chorus. 



"THE NEW STAR." 

Twin birth of an Operatic and an Astronomical Star. 
Solos, Duos and Chorus, in harmony with Views. 

(Alternately and in rotation with the chorus a series of views appear in the 
following order through the Motograph upon back canvas. 

lo. Atoms of light slowly moving forward in the depths of space. 

2o. Gradually transforming into six faint circles of enlarged sparks. 

3o^ Increasing in speed and size and a central spark defined. 

4o. All circles resolve into seven definite orbs revolve on main Orb. 

5o. Main Orb enlarges, gradually slowing revolution. 

60. Enlarges to but a section of a planet can be seen. 

7o. An Eden localises on still enlarged planet. 

80. A full Eden view, with visibly growing fruit and animals, 

9o. Grod Creating Man in Eden. 

lOo. Birth of Eve. 

llo. Armies of Truth vanquishing armies of Sin. 

12o. The New Eden-Jerusalem. 



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The "New Star" Song and Chorns. 

Orchestra and Chorus imitates Chaos in progressive rumbling Basso, 

Saceatto of strings disordered, progressive tiuie and volume to rythm. 

Breezes of Brasses, en s )nr line, progressive t > gushes of wind. 

Define tone, time, volume, division of parts; in harmony with Views. 
Introduction. 
Progressive murmur, repetition and harmony. Alternate and Chorus. 

Chorus: Hearken I 

Tenor : Thee Spirit of God Creative ! 

Echo alternated by all voices to 

Chorus: The Word!! 

Tenor: Telepathing to Light! 

Echo 

Chorus: Atoms!!! 

Tenor: Fr mi Depths to the New Star relative! 

Echo 

Chorus: Eons!!!! 

Tenor: Re.iizin? Thy Might! 

Echo 

Chorus: Light!!!!! 

Orchestra, from "Eons" to "Light"; immitates Breezes progressive in tone 
and speed of time to cyclonic wind; small drums, then drum then thunder! 
One minute Silence. 

Ch:)ir divide in one Trio and six duos. Trio starts slow, variegated, 
murmur; progressive in tone and time; and duos alternate. Medium rythm 

Choir resolves in three quintets and alternate: Eden, Eden Eden. 

Chorus: Paradise! 

Imitation of bird's songs by ladies and strings. Beast's bellows brass. 
Tenor and Choir JEHOVAH ! ! ! 

Basso-profondus: MAN! 

Tenor: G.-d! Thy Word hath all things Created: 

The Sin t > li lit the se >pe -f day; 

The Moon, St.tr-midst, t ) hiiii night be-mated; 

And Earth, e'en I arth doth hear Love's sway. 
Alone! 

Echo diminuendo monotone. 
Basso-prof ondus Thy Wish? 

Tenor: SduI of my SjuI, flesh of my flesh bone of my bone: A Mate! 

Orchestra: Love songs of Nature. One grand effusion. Tremolo. 

An Angel pure in beauty girth: 

A lien bind twixt Thee and I; 

To Earth bestow a Spirit's mirth; 




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A Queen, sweet Virtue's Voice, a Sigh! 

In future ages of the dim. 

To bear Thy Word and sing Thy praise. 

The mission of a Cherubim 

T'wards fallen gods to soothe and raise 

To Thee, God, my Creator Thee I Adore I 
Orchestra: Introduction to Song of Eve. Melody. 

Basso-prof ondos: Eve! 

Tenor: * Eve! 

Soprano: Sighs, thrills of joy to tyrolienne. Sadden Ha. of surprise. 
From the Realms above. 
The Word hath in Love 
Befallen to thee. 
So intense is my fall 
Thy Strengjjt I becall 
To arrest ^nd free. 
Tenor; Tl^u Beauty Divine, 

Stay with me? 
Soprano: Leave us be? 

^sso-prof ondos: One! 

Soprano and Tenor: I am Thine!! (Prodigene and Fulton interlace.) 

Choir: Love immortal, Love Sublime! 

God approve? 
Sing Thee Bards in Prose and Rhyme! 

Lovel True Love 

Orchestra: "Marseillaise," one stanza crescendo; diminuendo in the "Palms." 
Choir: Hosannah!!! 

Curtain. 



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SECOND TABLEAU. 
The Hub. 

A gambler's joint. Boasts and bettors, loiterers and drunkards. 
Allow sjme amateur actars a right to speak out a few card short stories. 

Treaeh. f Aside to Nic.)Be sharp, don't betray me, and your fortune is 

made. If you miss, prison Select your men carefully. Take none who can 

stand whisky or don't use it, for you must have them half drunk to do the 
deed; and finish them when it is all over, so they forget it. Have y )u t.ia t^ ^^"^"^^ 
bonil^secure? (Xic n )ds.i All is well, As soon as you come in the studio, you 
it down in a corner unseen: understand? Have you got the nerve? 

Nic. Sure. Do you take me for a kid? They wont nobody see me do it. 
I knows every corner in the place. I'll fix it alright, see. One man goes in 
by the attic, one by the back window, two by the back door and me and you 
by the side door. And I scoops in with the bomb4jehind you and drops it. 

Treaeh. Here is money— I must have left iiTy book iu-H^L^ther siit. 
— 'lere is thirty dollars. Give them five dollars each in advance, and 
give them five more after the thing is done, and a good blow off. Leave me. 

Xic. (Mingling among the lower; Treaeh among the upper class. 

Treaeh. Ah! Thomas, how do? I see Lymock over there. I suppose you 
want to put s ime sport into him. He needs it. Say, d )n't forget our assembly 
to-uurrow. I have the best of news. The greatest yet. I won't say more. 

Thomas. I hope it is about an assurance of your victory over that 
inventor. I hive a pile bet on you in that election. And alt o ir friends aro 
with you. But, we are not as yet very positive about our workingmen. it 
seems the fellow's eloquence is making serious inroads int ) your prospects. 

Treaeh. Who is that, Fulton? That is the least of my oncern. As 
fcr the laborers: a few dollars wisely spent in whisky impresses their mini 
more effectively than words: of which they can understand but very lit: e. 

Lymock. If one judges humanity by the Hub, But . . there are others. 

Treaeh. What? Do I understand you to question my education? 

Lynicck. Rather. Your judgment of the common perple is wron^. I 
pride myself in behmging to that class, and know whereof I speak. And, in 
so far as you knew me to be canvassing that particular class in your favor; 
I consider your diplomacy very deficient in reviling my charge in its object. 

Thomas. Gentlemen, this is no place to discuss such matters 

Treaeh. Traitor! To-morrow we shall thrash it over thorou-^hly 

Cypher. (Aside to Lymock.) It will then be too late. Thrash him n )w. 
Brand him publicly and thus cripple his prospects by your resignation. Or, 
to-morrow you are lost. He plots our ruin ta-morrow. Go it, I am with you! 

Lymock. Sir, As I have reasons to believe you more generous with 
your insults than with your promises I have decided to resign 

Cy.)her. Yes, and so do I resign! Boss Tweed cloth doesn't suit usi 

rii^nas. Now, now, young men, this is all nonsense. C^me with me. 



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Here we sli.iJ Lo aL)ne Have a drink. Now, I think I have my say in 

that M. Lynick? 

Lymrtck. Yes, and your deal to do. As well say it as think it, 

Thomas. What do you mean sir? 

Lymock. Sir, I mean that Fulton's eloquence, as he calls it, has a 
new recruit averse to our ex-leader's whisky power. Bust the Syndicate. 

Stitch, (Disguised to Nic.) You say you give me five plunks now and 
five after the biz.? I'm with you. Grive me the dough quick. Say, who's the 
boss we're taking risks for? 

Nic. I can't tell you yet. But say, there ain't no risk. We'l^ be six as 
against two, and it's only the boss as does the shooting, and I drops the bomb.- 

Stitch. Oh! There's, a bomlx? I wants ten dollars more. I teU the p'lice. 

Nic. Don't IR^^ede wij^k'^titch, haggle finally give money, to others.J 

Cyphej,--'-(To'Harip0n.i Lymock is won to our side. Ready, it's a fight. 

jaeoFmon. (^>tTls replacing Hub's orchestra lea ler.i You bet I am! 

TreaclL fXsile t ) Nic.i Have you got all yonr men, point them out 
to me individually when I sit. Get them there and place them by ten. Go. 

Thomas. Standing to Lymock.) let us wind it up in a little game. 

Treach. (After putting a few car .Is in a joint under the tab!e in Ly- 
mock's place to be.) M. Lymock, your shares against mine in poker? 

Cypher. (Furtively puts same cards in Treach's place.Come to them.) 

Lymock. I go you. Though I am no gambler. 

Cypher. I '11 pair with Lymock on my shares. (He takes seat first.) 

Treach. (Aside to Thomas.) I have him fixed. Take with me. We will 
kill two birds with the same stone. "Loud, sitting.) Well, gentlemen; it is 
understood that one's cheat or foul incurs both partners' loss of stakes to the 
highest hand! Do you stand by that? 

Lymock and Cypher. I do, 

Thomas. Here is the deed in due form: 
All four sign relinquish and stake it. Play poker. 

Nic. (Silently points each of six men to Treach who nods. Drinks.) 

Stitch. (Now, I am positive of Treach's hand in this bomb affair; I 
will do him a little turn that will cure him of amateur detective work for 
a while. Ah ah, that's how you want to cut me o£E. But there's a card left. 
Exit Nic his five men and Stitch, 

Treach. (To Lymock.) You have cheated, 1 saw you do it! gentlemen, 
look under that table you shall see tlie proof! (Loiterers addressed look to.) 

Cypher. Picking cards from under Treach's place vacated.) Say, my 
musical frienJS, take n ;te on this string if you p'ease? (Lays hands on the 
stakes^ji^-W^'H strin i \\\ f ic n ^tes. (Wrestles Treacli, downs liim.» Thief! 

Enter c^erk runnin ^ acr )ss sta^e,) Run for y )'ir lives! A police raid! 

Harmon. (Gives j^y n )ek an 1 Cypher an iustiM aont in orchestra.) 
Enter p sf^e ; f police after hammering in the doors. 



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Treach. (Half hidden, gives bribe to sargent hind handed.) To-night, 
at twelve sharp, have your men at the Studio of Miracles. A captain's post 
for your wit. We'll be there. Drop MacBrode. 

Pat, (Running across to front.) Where's that lawyer? Gone! 

Lights out. 



Second Scene. 



Change to^exterior of Studio of Miracles. Transparent skylight. Door 
opened on lighted corridor. Dark out. Scenery close behind Pat. 

Pat. (Proscenium, looking at curtain.) Faith, I must be after taking 
a snoose. where am I? I think that lawyer that's trying to bribe my wife's 
affliction is driving me crazy. I ain't long from Ireland, but I'm on to his 
little bunker game. Katie, oh Katie! Didn't he give her the money that 
paid for tlie beaver hat that I put my foot through? Isn't she a flirt and 
don't I know it? Can't I pay her court without an attorney? and Nic a-gall- 
ing me with a bunch of dollars it'd take me six months to earn. Dressed 
like a prosperoT:s robber: the son of honest Pat! The son of a gun. Who is 
that a coming there. That's suspicious (Having looked left, hides.) 

Harmon. (Hastening to Pat.i To your post Pat, that is right. Don't 
move a fin;;er until they are all in. We want to catch them red-handed. 
Here they come. I must warn Fulton immediately. 

Exit Harmon into studio of miracles door. 

Pat. (Constrained menace.) Begorrah it's me hated rival himself I 
That's Xic with him, sure enough! And I can't move. That's where me s ul 
is between hate and duty. Arrah! But he'll pay for it with a double thump 
of this here shelalleh. I'll bide me time. 

Enter Treach and Nic from left. 

Treach. Did you send that telegram to De Quincy? (Nic nods.) Fe 
will be here soon then. Your njan are at their posts. Have two of them near 
to help us in case of resistance when I gag him; and stand ready to help 
me. Nic, d.mltytirnllinch at the last hour, (shows pistol.) This is a qr.esti.;n 
(nd death f .r me and you. It is wealth if you stick. Here is tlie sum 
promised in advance: 500,00; and a thousand after, if we succeed. Hush! 

Pat. (Menacing, aside. I Ch, you hyena! Murdher! Ill have yer blo( d! 

Nic, Say, I's with you alright to the bitter end; but if pop jumps ia, 
all bets off: I skedaddle. One's pop is alright, he is. 

Treach. I have fixed that with the sargent. He is on another beat. 

Pat. You'r a liar! Oh! won't I stretch you though! 

Treach. Hush! I heard someone call my name! Perhaps it is Puck: 
the fool w^ould compromise me. Nic, You dexterously put one ( f these cart- 
ridges in the pockets of each one of your men so they w^on't notice it. Get 
ready with your two men here. I see De Quincy in the distance. Dr. Lay low 
is with him. all is well. Go, get your men quick and come back in a rush. 



Exit Nic by left. 

Pat. My blood is boiling! Another minute and I explode. 

Treach. (Putting on mask and sprinkling narcotic on gag cloth. 
Enter Nic from left. 

Nic. Here is my men. I got rid of the cartridges. They are ready to 
break in when you say the word. What's the next move? 

Treach. Put your mask on and hide. Here is our chance, they co^ie! 
immediately when I have put De Quincy to sleep, follow me in the stu I > 
with your men: lay the infernal machines down in there,- and run out with 
me, and leave the other fellows to their fate. Steady now! 

Enter De Quincy with Laylow talking pleasantly. 

De Quincy. Yes, doctor, my friend, M. Fulton, who resides here; has 
just sent me a telegram that he has met with an accident, possibly serious: 
as I judge by the urgency of the call. Your presence is opportune. Will 

Trench. iGags De Quincy, lays him low, men hold Laylow.) 
Exit Treach in cuTidor of studio, Nic and two men. Door locks behind. 

Pat. (Battering door, then goes around back way, blows whistle) 
Enter Treach from right. 

Enter alternate groups of night stragglers inquisitive, then yellling. 
Enter Stitch with the crowd cautiously watching Treach. 

Stitch. I guess the other fellows are in a rat-trap. Anarchs by f-rcp, 

Treach. (Minus disguise.) "What has happened here? Anarcliist's 
work a^ain I suppose! No wonder! We are right opposite the very residence 
of their chief! Were you here doctor, when it occurred? 

Laylow. Yes sir, and I believe your surmize is correct; for I saw M. 
De Quincy's assailant enter there. He sp'^ke to me about a telegram he had 
received from one Fulton; urgently calling him to that very same address. 

Treach. Why, you do not mean to say this is my client De Quincy? 
Being liis attorney I am privileged to take him in charge. I must first as 
sine i::yself ( f what may lead to the identification of the perpetrators — 
(He se".r?lies him and pockets all.i Men of good will here to carry this old 
gentleman to the corner druggist. (Two men carry De Quincy away. Crowd 
follows murmuring and yelling.^ You will tiike charge rf him doctor: Lay- 
low I believe I must remain here, and cause the iniTuediate apprehen- 
sion of the culprits. I shall meet you within twenty minutes. (Bows him out.) 
Exit Laylow bowing low. 

Stitch. (Aside.) My conscience! The Genius of Craftiness! God forbid! 
Exit Stitch opposite to Laylow. 

Treach. (Pulls watch,) It is twelve o'clock, 1 see the sargent and his 
men approaching. All is well! De Quincy insane, I have full control of his 
fabulous wealth. With Fulton behiii;! t'le bars for life at least: by this con- 
victing telegram and circumstantial evidence; rids me forever of a double 
rival; and She: Slio is mine! Hush! Here they come. 

Sargent of police. Here we are on time. What's your orders Major? 



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Treach. Listen I There is a baud of anarchists assembled in this 
house, Tlie name of tlieir chief is Fulton. For political reasons I wish to go 
in first and make sure whether it is that same Fulton who leads the labor 
party. You surround the place with your men, When you hear a whoop, bat- 
ter in all at once. Leave me now, get ready. 

Exit sargent. 
Treach. Now, for the better man! I'll crush the Lion in his own den! 
Exit Treach in studio. 
Fantastic red-green devils' views appear moving in a circle over Entrance. 

Curtain. 



Orcliestra with imitation of mechanical sounds. 



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THIRD ACT. 

Inventor's Laboratory. 

The Polyphone, Polygraph, Prismograph and Votograph in working order. 
A monocycle, Dynamic power, a wood and a metal lathe, a small forge out- 
fit, joiner's outfit, molder's outfit; other odd instruments scenically painted. 
A working 'aluminum) printing press. 

It is night. 

Prox. (Jumping around the windows, on watch with old shot-gun.» 
Enter Fulton, Harmon, Lymock, Cypher and Pat. 

Fulton. 'Light's up.) Gentlemen, you are the first to enter this: 
my Sanctuary! Faithful Friendship Only, is Welcome Here I In recognition 
of same, old friend Harmon; allow me to offer you, as a token of my deep 
esteem: both for your persnn and your distinguished musical talent; this 
Orchestrion for composing: The Polyphone! See: — Place these combination ^ 

kevs, one upon ench instrument you require: adjust these mfno^ keys for ^ 
notes, time, true rnd inflections in their respective places; and, to judge 
the effect, lightly pass over it all :— The Leader's Baton: Ha ha ha. ha ha ha. 

Harmon. (After embracing Fulton,) It is a wonder friend! How can 
I thank you ? 

Fulton. Tut. tut tut. By becoming famous. Here: start on this song: 

THE CONQUERING MARCH OF LABOR! 

Harmon. Grandl On for my maiden Opus! (Composes on Polyphone.) 

Pat. (Enters cautiously last.) Where is that lawyer, gone again? 
Beg your pardon M. Fulton, but there is a reut'eman g )t choked in fr.>nt, 
and I'm after him that did it, that's c )me in here somewhere. I can't find 
him anywhere in the house; SI he must be here, send if he is: look out. 

Fulton. WlDisit p t hurt? 

Pat. They said Quinsey, but perhaps 'twas they'd given him tlie 
sore throat. I would have stopped them; but they dcme it so quick: and, as 
they was so many, and y< ir friend srid as they was erspected like, and f r 
me not to move a fino-er s;\ s lie till they'd come in; S ) there was Pat as quiet 
as a crocerdile, a eating my heart out for reven^^e upon that bum lawyer 

Fulton. What lawyer? who is he, what is his name? 

Pat. Well, I d(m't know his name, and never saw his face: (Shakes his 
club menacing.) that's the trouble; but I know he's a lawyer because he's 
been telling lies to my wife. Sure I could have told her that meself. 

Fulton. Treach I suppose. What a strange silence T ny keeps! My 
Faith, is it possible? Was he not the last one to arrive: Ids excitement: 
his mysterious behavior lately: (To Pat.) Tell me:.. who was with him?.. 

Pat. Ahem. ah. . . hen D' n't ask me that M. Fulton. I can't. ISobs.) 

Harmon. (Who has leen absorbed in compositi n.) A pause! Now 



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Faltm. T)ay? fN)tbeiTij answerel, he energetically goes to him. 
He sets hand on Polyphone!) Stop! Before you proceed any further; dispel 
the first clouds that have ever crossed our friendship? I must allow no spec 
to mar the purity of this: My heart's Ode to Labor's dawning glory! 

Harmon. (Still under the spell of his creative absorption, kept all 

through this previous scene.) Clouds Oh yes That's where I am 

But something busted; Where am I to land? Friendship: Glory? 

What is the matter (Seeing Pat, excitedly.) Pat, have they come in? 

What are you all staring at me for? Oh, I bet I forgot to tell you friend, 
that this place is going to be invaded! But, Pat: What are you doing there? 

Fulton. (Coldly. I Sir: It is for you to explain your strange conduct! 
What was the purpose that made you enter tliis door unhid .len yesterlay: 
that wallet in your hands; and which you hid from me: yur unaccountable 
hurry to see Von Spiel: your evident dissimulation To-day: Your parti- 
cipation t ) a murderous assault against De Quincy's life, right before my 
door, as if to compromise me; your orders to this man not to interfere; and 
his eloquent silence but t^^ strongly witnessing against you? (Breathless. i 
God forbid my despair! Tony Tony. .Have you. .sold. .your, .honor? 

Prox. (Who has been keeping up his active watch, yells.) Whoop-la I 

Harmon. (Slowly pulling out wallet.) 

Fulton. (Aghast.) That wallet! That accursed wallet? 

Here occurs the infractious invasion of Nic and his men and the thumps of 
the police coming up the stairs. Enter Treach angered. 

Treach. (To Nic whom keeps parce^ (^f b^mbs in hnnd, abashed.l You 
knave! Why did you give the si;?nal before I told you? iSeeing Harmon and 
wallet, to Nic.) Drop that and tell the sargent to v/ait there for my orders. 

Exit Nic. 

Pat. And that's me only begotten son! (He suddenly runs after Nic, 
and catches him in exit giving order, pulis him by the ear back to bombs.) 

You dropped somethin! Bedad, and that's what I want to do meself. And 

perhaps you'd want an injuncti n from the court to open that bag o'loot. 

Treach. (Aside.^ How is that wallet in his hand unless Stitch is in 
with them? I must secure it or I am lost! Diplojnacy. iLoud.) Geiitlomen, I 
am most grieved to discover that circumstances and uncontrovertible 'evi- 
dence iHe stealthily approaches Hanium backwards.) should point to 

my political rival, and his accomplices I suppose, as the perpetrator of 

a criminal assault up m the life of a dear friend and client; namely : M. De 
Quincy. My satisfaction would have been keener to vanquish in loyal contest. 

Harmon, rguessing his intent changes wallet to his own. Aside.) Pat! 
That is your lawyer, watch! How could y(m accuse me to Fulton. Watch! 

Fultcm. Providing ycm were re-b!)rn you fiend! Silence! where is 
your warrant to intrude upon my hospitality, you Treacherous villain! 

Pat. (Who has been clubbing Mic.) You can rest your case. I want to 
hear what this queer prosecuting lawyer lias to say for his defincelHarrah! 



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Treaeh. iSnatches wallet from Harmon unresisted. Feeling con- 
fident of victory: musingly.) Mister Fulton, I am really sorry to put such a 
brilliant and multifarious talent under the bushel of the law; but my duty 
as M. De Quincy's attorney: an 1 pending the p )ssibly fatal results of your 

attempt upim his life: Beautiful Miss De Quincy's tutor; 

Enter De Quincy, held by Von Spiel and Prodigene, Stitch and Laylow. 

Prox. (Goes around each of curtained openings, silently laughs.) 

Fulton. (Takes coat ofE to wrestle, but resumes it at sight of Prodi- 
gene, i Harmon. What is the Trutht iHarmon silently gives wallet: reads it, 
sliakes hand with Harmcm, goes to speak low with Nic, then goes to Laylow 
and Prox and fiiiilly comes near Pat on right. 

De Quincy. (Wh > has slowly approached Treaeh, to him.) Traitor! 

Treaeh. It is well for you sir, I can understand your condition. The 
comotion of M. Fulton's criminal assault has visibly unsettled your mind. 

Prodigene. What does this mean what does he say? 

Treaeh. Miss De Quincy, you are a witness of what terrible calami- 
ty you could have prevented, by taking heed of my previous friendly war- 
ning. Now I must act: (Kicking b )nbs.) Am mg bombs and infernal engines 
of destructi m is n > place fi)r gentle f dkl My dear Miss De Quincy, as my 
future wife, I must protect you from such vile surroundings. Allow me to 
escort you and your poor demented father in safety out of this foul place. 

Prodigene, Oh no no no, it cannot be Father. .M. Fulton,. .Speak,. . 

explain to me this mystery? Father, tell me who was your assailant'' 

M. Fultcm, in the name of Truth:, of our 1 ne . .are y m an anarch? 

Fult m. If the harb )rin? of an infernal machine makes me such, 1 am. 

Prodigene. Oh, Where? 

Fulton. IShowing Treaeh.) There! 

All laugh CAcept Treaeh. 
The murmurs of the mob which were heard all through increase to yells. 

Pat. Harrah,. .Bejabbers, and it's wound up to explode soon too. 

Treaeh. Curse your ins dence. (picking bomb up.) And what's that? 

Fulton. It seems to me just the size of a pill for your nerve. Who 
brought that in here? It seems to me again, sir, as if your courage was not 
of that calibre to handle such without previous acquaintance. Prox, fuse 
this and find out the secret. It may furnish an evidence which I need, to 
trace this derailed Genius of Law, a new code. Miss De Quincy: thecircum- 
stautial evidence so skillfully bnmght against me by mv rival; has logi- 
cally wrought a doubt in your mind which allows us both ta plead for your 
distinguished preference on fair and equal grounds; in this coming test. 

Here again the crowd's murmurings increase, to "Down with anarchy! 
M. Treaeh, You hear the populace, which the iucideut at mv door, with 
possibly, some informant present then to scatter my name as the culprit, 
has attracted here; eagerly awaiting the spectacle of my arraignment as 
you have planned it. I naturally propose to thwart you in the success of 



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this intrigue of war in our contest; as I have done before in that other 
very tame duel. Your mature legal experience and plotting ingenuity can 
well stand upon its mettle for I intend to win the prize. Eloquence, Money, 
influence, power, experience and facts are our weapons in this intellectual 
contest. I trust you will accept M. and Miss De Quincy and M. Laylow as 
an impartial court: yet interested in knowing the truth between us. Well? 

Treach. I see your anarchistic consistency in wishing to extend the 
subversiveness of your theories from politics to the judiciary; but, my ex- 
perience shall waste no eloquence and less money to convince you of the 
potency of that power which your red-handed proceedings have placed into 
my hands; and which it is high time I should use. Nic, Call the sar^ent in! 

Pat. Be what peer-rogue-heart-heave do you pertend to contind to 
twist your upper lip to my son when Pat is here himself with the power of 
the law in his fist? (Shakes club.) If you intend to run for president of my 
family you've got a solid vote a coming, mind that! 

De Quincy. (Fully recovered.) M. Treach, I, as the complainant in 
this matter, will stay legal proceedings in favor of an immediate solution 
in this original, withal interesting contest; to the issue of which I offer to 
pay the winner's election to congress as a prize! In case of your refusal to 
accept the test, the challenger gets it. (Goes back to sit.) 

Harmon inspires by signs and places in a row Cypher, Lymock, and 
Pat. Near to Prox at the forge fusing bomb, he takes piece of iron passes 
it along the row to Pat who gives it to Nic in exchange for a bomb from 
bag , which bombs, one by one, are thus deftly conveyed for Prox to fuse. 

Pat. (Aside to Nic. I Give me them one at a time, put this in and I'll 
forget it, if you do it so's he can't see you. I'm saving you from prison. 

Treach. (Aside.) Curse their intrusion in my scheme! Stitch's hand 
again. I must strike a decisive blow here and now. Once in prison I have him! 
However, the sargent is at hand: I can allways secure him; I'll see his game. 
(Loud.) Although it is below my di xnity ; if such an unqualified agreement 
with such a low-bred criminal upstar', is the price of yonr inexperienced, if 
candid preference Miss, ;I feel constrained to accept on the promise of your 
hand to the victor? 

Prodigene. The party who proves his opponent's assault upon 
my father, to him shall I give my promise! In this original and inspiring 
duel between those qualities of men most dear to a woman's heart; inuen- 
dos reverting to the shadows of an oppiment's past sorrow; should be spared 
the judge's ear, lest its very oblivion should enhance the radiance of sponta- 
neous merit! What I wish and have a right to know is the name of my 
father's assailant; ani the proof of his guilt. M. Treach pie ise proceed. 

Treach. Miss, your commendable desire to settle this case out of 
court is akin to mine in regards to this contract sij^nel by your father — 

Fulton. Enough of that! 'Gives wallet.) Here Miss, you will read in 
this man's own diary, a full record of his conduct for the last week! That 



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will settle you on this count M. Dignity! Now, though you are a criminal 
in my mind, I shall daign to challenge you a third time! That you must ac- 
cept wiiether you like it or not! 

Treach. IPulls out pistol and yells.t Sargent, sargent! 
Enter sargent and men, 

Fulton. (Aside to Nic.) Go and call the people in. Call them all inl 
Exit Nic. 

Treacli. (Printing to Fulton.) Arrest that man! and these: his ac- 
conip'icps in r.naichy: (Pointing to Harmon, Lymock, Cypher, Prox, Stitch.) 
Search the premises f ;;r others. Take these infernal machines for evidence. 
Enter Nic with a decenty dressed cr.)wd. 

Pat. (Who h is been running around Treach, watching his chance to 
snatch his pist;)l, finally jumps on him and takes weap m.i Now I got you! 
T, honest Pat MacBrode, arrest you for carrying weap )ns against the law. 
I feel like kicking you in the ribs for inducin my son to do the same 

Fu'ton. (Points Pat to door. Pat goes towards the door to guard exit.) 

Treacli. Sargent, rid me of this man: send him away immediately. 

Sargent orders Pat to door and directs men to arrest ( nes indicated. 

Lymock. We are witnesses that this sargent was bribed by Treach. 

De Quincy. Treach, I am the person who has been molested, and 
I do n< t recognize: I emphatically deny; the authority you dare to claim as 
my attorney. Besides, where is your warrant: or what is your accusation 
f.>r tills wholesale arrest? Officer, liberate these gentlemen instantly. Your 
duty is to hear the charge before j^ou invade a man's domicile. AYhat is it? 

Treach. Put a guard with that party lie is ins iie' 

Fulton. How do you know that unless y( u have p]( tied such? 

Treach. Before you ask questions, (Showing parcel of former bombs.) 
answer to that flagrant evidence M. anarchist? 

Harmon. (Opening parcel exposes but junk.) What is in this? 

All. Junk! 

Treach. 'Aghast.) Treason! (fist to Nic.i I'll fix you! ( fficer arrest.. . 

Stitch. (Showing detective's badge.) . .this ujan! Stitch is my name. 

Treach. (Cowed.) Stitch! 

Stitch, (To Fulton.) M. Fulton. I have been a witness and even a 
participant of that man's most ignoble conspiracy against you and M. De ^^^^ 
Quincy for your final ben«fit! Gentlemen, what will you have d(me with us2 jV\ 

Fulton. I shall leave that decision to the benevolence of our state's^^ * ^ ' ^ 
pride; The New Starl Our Queen of Song! (To Harmon.) Give us a rehearsal 
( f y. ur composition on the polyphone. I will distribute the s ng. We shall 
l;ere and now launch our campaign song. Born of our greatest trial ; a crown 
T ^ < v.r first Victory over crafty despotism ! Your wish, miss ? i Distributes song ~ 

Harmon. The conquering march of Labor! iPlays it on Polyphone,) 

Prodigene. My dear Father's accident, has assembled us in your 

Studio of miracles, slightly before the hour of this day stated in your amiable 



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invitatiuu. But, if it is not too early for the prouiisevi deiuouscration of these 
wonderful inventions which surround us; I would suggest that, with the as- 
sistance of our neighbors here assembled a test of the — Votograpli be made. 
These gentlemen: who are citizens, and have been attracted here by rumors 
the source and nature of which they could more effectively traduce, and judge 
more impartially as a jury. Indeed, your contest is essentially public. 

Barmon. friend, no man's career was ever launched in udbler Cir- 
cumstance, or more congenial strife to quell. To be so b( rn in one s own 
life-work, wondrous deeds for all and by all seen, admired and appr(*ved; is 
glory pure indeed which love and friendship but nust lu.ste to en wii! 'i-e 
diligently sets about placing the crowd around seats directing fonction of 
voting buttons, and sets a table with voting bulletins near Treach.V Ihis is 
the legal form of bulletin votes to wliich you may not object as a lawyer 
(Showing Votograph.) That is the loyal vote-sceptre of a republic to which 
the people may not object as a sovereign! The contest of the ages is msw 
come to its head as between the crafty despotism which you represent, 
and the Genius of Labor which you persecute in him! (Kere circulars ex- 
plaining the Votograph system are supposed to have been distributed to 
the audience on and off the stage.i People! Acquainted with the principles 
and facts involved, you are called upon an epi qiie-making event to jud<,e. 

Prodigene. May the Spirit of Fe that c< netl; : ves, v.s a thief in tlie 
night of Labor to r( b the Evil Genius of its sting; iuspire your soul in this 
Revival day of Truth! 

Fulton. Signs of Love's affinity pass letween tliem. Lowi Love. . . . 

Treach. This is more than anarchy this is blaspl.emy 

Prodigene. Pharisee! yea, hyp( crite, r.s of old hast thou so mifch 
more deftlv webbed the meandering coils of modern law around this son of 
Labor s motherhood whom Love, in woman's great soul-travail d(ith crown: 
behold "The Coming Man!" Crinje ye serpent: knr.w ye Love's King by Fis 
Scepter! Wield it, thy gift, in Truth: People; and heed a woman's Pro- 
phecy! ' 

Treach. It is all unfair. What is the Scepter of tliis woman's king 

Harmon, The Voices of the People will tell! ^^ hat is your charget^ 

Treach. I accuse this man of anarchy and of murderous assault.. 

Harmon. Your witnesses? 

Treach. Stunned, looks at parcel of ex-bombs: dismayed, looks at 
Nic behind Pat, then at Laylow.l Ihis gentleman saw the assault. ILow to 
Stitch who recoil S.I $5,000 for your testimony if favorable? 

Stitch, |]0,000 check now is a go. I will postpone iiiy reformation. 

Laylow. I simply saw the assailant masked and caped enter here. 
Enter Mrs. MacRrode. 

Mrs. Mac. (Excitedly.) Pat, therere's what Oh, lady and gintle- 

men, I thought I heard a row in the corridors, and so I went without fear 
nor favor, with my broom, stick in one hand and a candle in the other, and 
this is all was left o'thoni. Pat, wliat's that You'r making a raw face at? 



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Laylow. i Showing garb.) This is the very garb the culprit wore! 

Pat. Pwliat's that you'r a doin with my old grand-father's coat Kate? 
What business have you rummaging in my trunk and a bringing that old 
relic o' me fore-fathers in this company? And it3 crazy I think you be. 
Sure and that's a heirloom! Hie takes hold of garb from Kate.) 

Fulton. Nic, unless you speak tlie truth, your father will be impri- 
s uodby this man's orders. Nic, Did you take this coat from your father's 
triuik? Who did you give it to? Speak boy, tell the truth? 

Xic. (Pv)inting to Treach.) I gave it to him: and he put it on 

t ) choke the old gentleman. I didn't know what he was doing 'till I was 
i;p a:ainst it, and he held up a gun at me so I could'nt squeal, see. He 
bought the bombs too and got me to get some fellers to make a raid in this 
place. I guess they must be a hiding around here somewhere by the corners. 

Prox. iReveals them comically held by burglar appliances.) 
All the stage people laugh uproariously. 

Harmon- I guess we will close it there and vote. Fellow-citizens: 
We have throe things to vote upon in this c- utest between the two candi- 
dates of (.i.r county here present. The first consists in a vote upon the com- 
parative value in point of celerity, accuracy and honesty of the old ballot 
and the new Yotograph systems. The second is up. n the ability, integrity 
and honor of your candidates; and the third: upon your approval of the in- 
n cent and your condemnation of the guilty <.f these srjiie men severally 
recused before you. On the first count: the invent(.r of the Yotograph 
claims a hundred votes to one against the ballot. So, M. Stitch, while you are 
signing one ballot we all must vote on this at once when 1 say go, 1.2,3. go. 
All on the Yotograph vote yea, Stitch votes Nay. 

Harmon. Citizens You have the pro( f of the Yotograph's accuracy 
there. The count is public. Now. Which man wdll you elect to Congress? Is it 
Treach? (AH vote Nay.i Fulton? <A11 vote Yea and shout Hurrah thrice.) 

Harmon. Now for the third: Who is guilty, Fulton? (All vote Nay.) 
Treach? (AH vote Yea,» Fulton and Harmon shake hands.) No mercy lost. 

Fulton. Gentlemen, accept my thanks. In recognition of your ser- 
vice in this demonstration so important to my honor and success, the town 
shall receive a Yotograph in your name.(the crowd hurrahs.) 

Prodigene. fProud of his love, advances.) No King has so royally 
wielded such a scepter: no scepter ever so potent for Peace and Plenty; and 
Truth I I know thee, yea I know thee; I know thee by thy worksl 

Treach. (After signing check to Stitch. Low,i I have him yet. This 
Yotograph system simply constitutes a conspiracy agr.inst the representa- 
tive system: Law fully covers the point. We must act quickly. Out of here. 

Stitch. Don't you see he is going to work tie famous Prismograph:* 

Fulton. Friends, AYe shall start onr active cairpaign this very day! 
M. Lymock, will kindly extend his e;litorial pr(;se upon the events of tlie 
evening. To the Polygraph. Prox will print: Harmon to the Polyph(me; and 



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if Cypher and Prox will help on the Prismograph we altogether prepare 
the weapons of Peace; the new, and original political machinery under the 

strains of "The Conquering March of Labor!" by our friend Harmon 

Harmon. Words by our friend Fulton! (Plays Polyphone,) 

Orchestra. Introduction to the conquering march of labor. 
All sing. 

THE CONQUERING MARCH OF LABOR! 

Effects of harmonized steam whistles, anvils and rattlers. 

Working God Thv People's Voice 
In Truth appeal, in Hope rejoice, 
In Faith obey Thy Will. 
As a thief in the night of Life, 
Despised and hated in our strife. 
We work and plod on still. 

But through our works God reveals fate, 

From man to man from state to state 

Unto the promised land. 

For lo, the time of God is come, 

In every heart and every home 

The Christ-King is at hand. 

Chorus: 

Ye sons of toil, ye braves of strife 
Thou art the root of the Tree of Life 
Which the Son of Man will crown; 
Its trunk is Truth, its shade is Peace, 
And Earth a thousand years shall lease, 
(Which old Satan shall disown.) 
Its Fruits are Life Divine! 



Thibd Scene. 

Exterior of Hub, dark and distant street. 

There are several candidate signs hung: one of Treach on the Hub. 

Men and women idlers walk and group, discuss and hurrah both parties. 

It is election day's closing hour. 

An inside section of a full liquor den is seen; door on street. 

Hobson. Well, Thomas, I have bet my last dollar on Treach. What? 

Thomas. Call them off as fast as you can or y.m are ruined. I can 
give you the best of reasons to do so. First: Fult.)ii's w:)rk with tlie Unions, 
results in a solid phalanx of voters and canvasssers which of itself is the 
majority: not counting De Quincy's iuflnouce and that of his daughter who 
is known as Fulton's be-throted and is distributing a hundred thousand 
dollars in a most judiciously charitable way that foils the election law and 
helps Fulton most effectively if he should fail on his own splendid work. 
On the other hand, after a most outrageous failure to prove Fulton guilty 
of anarchy and a hold-up game which Fulton most cleverly proved to be a 
conspiracy, concocted and even acted by Treach himself; Treach has at one 
fell swoop of fate lost his most promissing opportunities with De Quincy. 

Hobson. Well, if what you say is right, and I guess it is, I must be 
moving and make up with some jays by betting on Fulton. I'm off. 

Exit Hobson. 

Thomas. (Alone, looking at den.) I wish I could do the same with 
my money: but it is pretty well liquidated by these drunken sots. All that 
I am doing for a man who has been my ruin as a lawyer. I do sincerely be- 
lieve that it was he, notDe Quincy who plotted my ruin: Why, idiot that I 
am, his last trick proves it beyond doubt. So must I be moving. Revenge! 
First. I must stop this. (Goes towards den.) 

Enter Cypher and Lymock. 

Lymock. How many of these dens have you found open against law? 

Cypher. Here is Thomas, the very man I suspect of managing that 
part of Treach's campaign. Call Pat whilst I investigate: we shall have 
them apprehended as common law-breakers and have done with it. 
Exit Cypher in den, Lymock opposite. 
Enter De Quincy, Von Spiel Laylow. 

De Quincy. Doctor, I am surprised at your opposition to my imme- 
diate prosecution of that scoundrel Treach, when your very honor is at 
stake by his setting your name for a br: je in his diary. You have read it. 

Laylow. I have read the memo (.fa debt he owes us for personal 
professional services of such a grave u.itiire as leads me to plead with you 
in his favor, on the ground of hiuuanity sir. i canuot in honor say more. 

Von Spiel. Only insanity can claim such costly services, I can see. 

De Quincy. Well, even so, iliat does not give my sanity its redress. 



However it is too late. I see Stitch has him in hand. 

Enter Pat, Thomas, Lymock, Cypher, Stitch and Treach. 
Cypher showing Thomas, Stitch showing Treach: Pat, arrest that man! 

Pat. (Running from one to the other finally arrests Treach.) 

De Qiiincy. Why Thomas, what has happened man? 

Thomas. Oh this is nothing compared to what you have done to me. 

De Quiney. Why man if Treach has done his duty, my orders to him 
were to cancel all prosecutions and remit all dues and mortgages when I 
dismissed him as my attorney. Von Spiel can post you on that. 

Thomas. Von Spiel,-can that be true? 

Von Spiel, Quite true, my friend, quite true. Everybody included. 

Lymock. So this man, this lawyer, has lied to us and robbed us. 

Thomas, (furious, lounges towards Treach.) Curse you scoundrel! 

Treach. Ahh! 

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FOURTH ACT. 

>De Quincy's palacial parlors. 
Present: De Quincy, Prodigene. 

De Quincy. iPensive, apart.) A month with genius, 

Prodigene. Father dear, let me entertain you with one of my fairy- 
tales you once loved so well. Now listen. There was in the beautiful 
land (►£ dreams, in the glorious age of Cyclopes, giants who lived on souls I 
those ,:>icint's loins were girth with human hands alive. Across their shoul- 
der hung, enchained by discs of gold, a chapelet of drooping hearts. Of ma- 
ny brains their crown was :na le, and hil their brow. Their monster-steeds 
were liarnessed by chains ( f cliilled wills, meited in the seething furnace 
of despair; were fed on hopes deferred and c lurages surprised; reaped by a 
tempest called The Past. The giants plucked the virtues of the valleys and 
talents of the hills for f )od. In a tower '-.f gold, amonj the hills, there 
lived, encaged: a bird whose s )ng of liberty; from greed's s)ul-fetters sped 
swiftly (m towards new realms of blissful l.)ve; where ecli cs whisper tr'iths 
unseen: where Faith's coined thoughts are b >rn; whence shines, in r i lian- 
ce pure the sun of hope. And lol A knight, akni-jht subli ue, hiith he.irdthe 
plaintive song afar, HarkI Hear the zephyrs chant beneath his hasty wing! 
The fluttering breezes echo to my heart sweet music of the spheres that 
time his glorious march! See thou the logoshaft issuing from his mouth: 
before which giants quail and golden towers melt. The virtue- valley glows: 
the crowning talent-hills surround, like walls of precious stones, the promi 
sed Temple-city of Universal Harmony; where God and Freedom Reigns! 

De Quincy, Sweet Songster, hast not thy heart been se««ed in the 
melting of the tower? ^Yell, your knight will hive 5,00,000 of it to 
wonder how he will start? Have you anyitleaof this 10,000 disposition? 

Sophie enters with a plateful of visiting cards. 

Prodigene. Admit the gentiemenJiL- 




Enter the whole cast anl several poor artists, inventors and poets. 

Fulton. Revered friend: it has been my appreciated privilege to in- 
terest you as an inventor and a public man. confused in my humility, if I 
make bold to crave your fatherhood, may I so mingle thanks and hopes so 
that your daughter's hand may cr()wn this poor b irn min's sweet hour of 
success, and thus perpetuate all I aur^ I pray? Here is my tree of life. 

Harmon presents a large-leaved laurel branch with forty leaves, each 
one representing in colored miniature cue of his forty crafts. 

DeXJuincy. (Joining their hands, with feeling.J Be united before 
flny children, as you are mated in the sight of God, His blessings flow. 

Fulton. (Entwirles the laurels around Prodigene. Embrace.i Lovel 

Von Spiel, i Documents. » These are the well earned titles of a multi- 
millionaire: Please accept them with the deepest respect of old age. 

Fulton. I accept your esteem with a multimillion thanks, and one 



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proportionate for this load of intellectual dung and fertilizer. Harmon, 

set at their feet. Soil not the poet's flower, the artist's fruit; or the inven 
tor's wheat or meat. Set at their feet. (He goes to whisper Prodigene.) 
Harmon dietributes gold only to poets, artists and iu venters. 
Curtain. 
THIRD TABLEAU. 
Grand Wedding Ceremony and Grand Wedding March. Crowd hurrahs ! 
All ministers and actual weddings earnestly invited to publish here their 
Vow. Working Bridegrooms only shall have the privilege to wed on stage. 
Original poets, artists and inventors are also invited in Fourth Act. 
Impromptu periodicals, words and music. Reserved by the author. 

Final Curtain. 



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A mansion on the left with ckise arbor of fruit-vines and flowers: A 
well groomed park to base of steep mountain extending in perspective to 
center; from foot of same: a river; then with grazing sheep and cultivation 
extending to the right. Center to left stepping rock elevation-precipice. 

Right: trees in ogive, a rock dolmen forming a natural altar. 

Eermaine. (Plucking flowers.) Virginia, are you so absorbed that 
;. cm cannot speak to a fellow? A penny for your thoughts. Let us be 
iuerry: laugh! sing or play tennis while Prodigene is preparing. 

Virginia. I feel very happy dear, admiring this surrounding glow 
of Nature; and gazing upon that radiant southern sky I love so well: 

Hernias ne. Will I tell you a secret? No I wont Hush. Yes, I will, 

if you promise me not to tell anyone. 

Virginia. Speak, speak, I am anxious 

Hermaine. Have you seen Prodigene's wedding dress? 

Virginia. No, no. Did you? 

Hermaine. I have seen it: Sophie displayed it to me, forbidingly, ah 
ah, but I have seen it, and I know its story, 

Virginia. Well, well, what is it? My 

Hermaine. It is a regular coat-of-arms, a picture gallery and a 
romance all in one. 

Virginia. Is that not overmuch? 

Hermaine. No, no. you could never guess: It is exquisite my dear. 

Virginia. I shall presently faint if you keep me in such suspense. 
Talk fast. 

Hermaine Do you know it is so beautiful, it is hard to tell. First: 
learn that the diamond is the artist's stone, or the emblem of Art. 

Virginia. How so? 

Hermaine. Because it radiates the color prism. And the emerald is 
the symbol of universal power of hope. And every stone has a meaning. 

Virginia. Yes, yes. But the dress dear? The coat of arms and the 
gallery? 

Hermaine. Ah, ah ah, how seriously you say that. You must under- 
stand what handicap the De Quincys' ancestral pride had set to the free- 



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born american's troth for Prortijene. To overcome his lack of ancestral tree 
and gallery of heros, and yet remain republican; he simply has devised to 
paint in miniatures a tree of his own brilliant life's incidents v^herein his 
better deeds of science, arts and letters, you know, were born. This inge- 
niously wrought by his own hand on his belovad one's dress; in symbol sto- 
nes which, a poem, all can read who know the code, as she proudly passes 
by. Do you see how he wants to prove the republican standard of personal 
merit as one to be accounted with? 

Virginia. Oh, why it is a revelation of fashion these dress symbols! 
She will be a craze, a madness a furore, when she enters society. Oh, how 
well he knows a woman's heart! 

Hermaine. That's what it is. Why, I am raving myself for such a dress. 

Virginia. Yes, and have your dear Lymock's tree of deeds extoU the 
virtues of his celebrated, warranted, double action lemon squeezer: and 
his patent pop-corn sift; and his corrugated pan-handle which brought a 
fortune that he sunk with his reversible parachute. Why, it would be most 
stunning symbols: The mottos In love and sour-mash we flip to greet the 
palate and the lip. Or "A knight who dwelleth in the moon, loved one Earth's 
maiden cute he could not reach in a balloon so fell to parachute. Ah, ah ah. 

Hermaine. you cruel witch. I see you pride of Tony Harmon's 
success as if it were of your own doing. You forget there is real glory for a 
woman in the self-supervision of one's mate. You can keep your ready-made 
man, mine I wish made to fit. Despite the success I think musico-politics 
supremely discordant. Besides, my Lymock's love of his mother is better 
than a coat-of-arms or a stump-fiddler's art. 

Enter Harmon. 

Harmon. (Going towards Hermaine, repulsed, goes to Virginia who 
receives him coldly^) Why, this is strange indeed, when the north gets hot 

and the south is cold. Brrr! . . . .That's where I get the chills (Seeing 

Treach mad, stealthing towards them.) The deuce, and there's his head-ache. 
Girls, that's the Money-mad man Treach, whom Fulton insisted upon his 
accompanying us here, much against my wish. It is no use wasting your 
sweet breath and divers feminine charms upon him, just give him any old 
scrap of paper tell him it is a check ani he will leave you alone, o^. hera 
is Fulton enjoying his early stroll in the park. Ladies, seeing that the wea- 
ther is most favorable, the welding will take place in the open: here. Your 
services will doubtless be in preparing the altar. I must be off rehearsing. 

Exit Harmon. 

Virginia. well, I erred in creiitin? yon with s )'ne sense of hu 
mour. But you were pretty harsh in your allusions to M, Harmon, whose 
utter devotion in friendship, Hermaine, can claim its worthy share in this 
day's happiness 

Hermaine Which happiness we cannot mar with our sulking. 



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Let us busy ourselves dressing the altar. Corning dear? (inviting.) 

Exit Virginia and Hermaine who re-enter several times singing as 
they carry ornaments to the altar. 

Orchestra :— Tremolo. 

Enter the whole cast with Prodigene, Virginia and Hermaine posing 
as Three (iraces in center looking on public then on Fulton when reciting. 

Enter Fulton, ^"^^ 

Fult(m, (Climbing, gayly pensive scans landscape.) 

Superb Blue Ridges! Beautious scope I 

Methinks thee fit for gods to tread I 

But Love-exalted hearts can read 

Their fate upon thy charmed slope. 

For thy sight doth the soul uplift. 

Thy haughty peaks, thy ravines deep, 

Thy forests proud: the plains where sheep 

Gambol in nature's joys adrift 

Or graze the dewy grass in peace; 

Ye rainbow crowned art temple free 

Thy goal I span with soul aglee. 

Genius! and Masterpiece! 

God of Love Thy Arts divine 

Bespeaks my soul an image bright 

Of life's rocks, which our sorrows blight, 

Upon which some day faith will shine. 

And all behold God's Glory 1 
Enter Treach madly rushing up the slope towards Fulton, stumbles. 

All. Scream at the sight of both mens' danger near precipice. 

Fulton. (Having saved him from the fall, comes down with him 
arm in arm, soothing him down.i Come, come now friend, come down. The 
guests await our presence. (To Prodigeue.J Before new thoughts of love em- 
l)ody Love shall make that soul whole. Shalt thou help me? 
// c<4iVirgiftia-. Yes friend. 

Minister. God bless thy saintly deed my children, and grant it now. 

Treach. He whom loved has nobly won I To me, thy bitter enemy 
thou provest my best friend. Know then thy victory, for I confess: The fool 
1 played to hide my shame. Yet is ho not a fool wliom no one loves but self; 
and wise whom loves all and all love! Thou hast cured me of pelf. Beneath 
the brilliance of thy soul the glitter of gold is vile. Be thy happiness whole. 

"Man wants but little here below, nor wants that little long:" 

Forgive! Thy pardon Miss? I go. I vow to right the wrong! 

Fulton, (and Prodigene surii/aiid aiid detain liim.] Why, bless your 
precious soul Treach, we cannot affoiil to let you go at this joncture. The 
guests would miss you awfully. Then I need your legal light if you mind. 



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niu.o ^,^^^^^j^^««f Christmas-tide are heard Then, preceded by the mi- 
nister, the wedding procession starts after Fulton's epilogue 
Fulton. Souls re-born hear ye the Christmas Chimes 
Whose voice bespeaks the greatness of the meek: 
The Melody sublime which for all times 
Sings gleefully of Him whom all but self would seek- 
Whose Love Divine, indeed, 'tis glory pure to compass. 

c^n.h- ^"^^' ^''^"''^'' ^^^ ^' ^^ ^"'^^' ^^ happiness? (Shake hands, low ) 
Sophie IS an accomplished lady, whom fortune betrayed. I will recoup You 
haveshownherfavor, as it seems.... Welcome: (Shake hands again. 
fra ^ f . "^ou^^ye struck it right, it is her and her alone my nature 

freed from vain ambition, loves. Enjoy thy own in wholesome peace 

r . w^^ ,' ''''*• ^^^^^^"^ ^* Wedding on rustic altar. Full calcium ' * 
drand Wedding March. " ,^. . 

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